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Your time is now and you sit aloud amongst the chairs of chance
When every choice you make in your life is left in god’s hands
I could tell you’ve got some things tying you down
When you consistently reel as the other wears the crown
Laugh all you will at these silly thoughts and behaviors
We will all eventually become sick from the flavor
But please, by all means, do as you will
Though I see you struggle; existence unfulfilled
I won’t utter a word whilst I watch it dwell
This journey you’ve placed amongst yourself
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