And if your conned, lift your chin
Don't look for her, don't ask for him
And if your scorned, love your sin
Take the long and make it trim.
And if you run out of the room
Run back in and sing your tune
From a muddy ditch to a bloody womb
It only matters now or soon.
Disconnect from the past
Live in moments yet to pass
Have no worry if they last
Time for you to accept the farce'
Try to hard and try to little
You'll find a balance in the middle
In defence garner an acquittal
No one can solve the rubix riddle
It's all about the extra time
Never fall down and say goodbye
If you do, hide your crime
Hide it well and learn to lie.
FIN
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