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Your pain is mine, I feel it deep And for your bind these lashes weep Your road is long and wide and steep But still upon it do you keep And so I’m forced to shy away To wait till you realize and say That you must save your life today No matter what the price you pay That there’s nothing you won’t give up To have the floodgates slam right shut To rid yourself of your “bad luck” And in this snare no more be stuck Your hands they hold your tightened noose So if from it you pray be loosed Then change the choices that you choose Before your essence we all lose

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