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Without any training It's pouring, It's raining Training or a trade Hey, you bet I'm afraid Unequipped with a skill But I'm thrilled with the thrill Underskilled, unprepared Hey, who wouldn't be scared Bring on the obstacles And burn me a bridge I'm not sure, should I call This my range or a ridge? There ain't none too high If i'm up for the climb I'll go zero to sixty And stop on a dime A dime for a dozen If that's what you're after A moment of silence A lifetime of laughter On the brighter side And on a happier note The noise, well it's just love That gets caught in my throat The end of the line's Letras de cancionesNot the end of a rope just a salesman Selling a bucket of hope When the bucket gets kicked And my chips are all cashed My intentions, conventions Are finally smashed From Letras Mania