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'Tis a wrong time to search for space
Walked ten bland miles
Has my bowl any more grace
No more than drowning tiles
Joined you in blame
Was it wrong to remain the same
Brave to ask for some more
Pointing fingers ignore
Haven't shared one regret
Stolen once sold
Oh how soon this will get old
Thought you'd want to touch base
Not long till it gets vile
Back to another mindless chase
More ways to work your public file
Hide a damning pain
Pictures of your Abel and Cain
What if that’s what they adore
Would never turn to the core
Haven't shared one regret
Stolen rust in mold
Oh how soon this will get old
Joined you in game
Was it wrong to remain the same
Brave to ask for some more
Pointing fingers ignore
Haven't shared one regret
Stolen once sold
Oh how soon this will get old
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