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Way too late stuck again mud on my face miserable mistake can't even stand up straight won't hold still I begin to shake scratching for the next thrill. Time ticks wounds to lick. soft click comes to go quick, sing in unison step on toes alarm soon will shame no matter which way you go. Fate worry not, comes with a cost robbing Peter forgetting Paul the Piper's coming to collect it all. Wandering Minds lost in Pride Focus thoughts for a hopeless cause weight no more knock knock on the door under bed at high as children cry parents fear worst is yet to come into view.