When a route in life is reversed
It seems we all have been cursed
But sure enough it is just fate
Kicking up a little late
You may be clean
No duty to be seen
But all in all life has its ways
To come at you from the bays
We are blinded by our own kind
And have no scene of our own mind
But we must stop
And turn our backs
To never look back
You might see something
You never thought you could
But always knew you should
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