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The Cold Revelations of HindsightIf I could change don't you think I would Make a difference I know I should We all are guilty of this sin Stabbing others just to win With every desicion that you make Prepare yourself for what they take All you have and rob you blind Nothing left to seek or find For every lesson that you learn Prepare to suffer and to burn For every teaching you ignore Prepare yourself for even more So when they try to make you hear Listen up your time is near A choice to turn it all around Even the deaf know this loud sound |
