The limitless

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From your palette for your paintings

From your games more galore

From dancing in your dialogues

Your buffets are bursting

With options more and more.

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Creating and expressing

Your life your work of art

Is yours for just the choosing

But by default

You'll be abusing.

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The limited

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Your buffets are limitless

But your plate's one sixty-eight

(hours per week, that is)

One sixty-eight each week

Whether pauper or a sheikh.

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Too busy or too empty?

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Making it too busy

It's too tiring to your eye

Making it too empty

You're waiting just to die.

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Your work of art

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If your life it copies others

it never will fulfill

It is your one and only

Your drama never phony

Let's see your grand playbill!

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Creating from the top

Creating from below

Don't let your life default

This life that is your show.

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It's all here just for you

For you to now imbue

With your special spirit

To always now renew.

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The facts

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Just two solid facts

You always keep intact

From this your life design

Will be the most divine.

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The first fact so clear

Give me your best ear

That's one sixty-eight

That's the size of all your plates.

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The second fact to show

With freedom you can rove

So opulent your options

To choose just from the top ones.

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You are the player

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You are the player

With all buffets galore

You are the player

With this and with no more.

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It's always been your canvas

That fact 168

That simple solid truth

That never will abate.

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Remember this for always

It always is your life

Just these two facts to be with

Then you'll always have no strife.