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Hey, I got something to say

Now that the price is paid

Run, the damage is done

Glorious trophies – none

Who is being the fool?

Who is left to drool?

We finally woke up to see

It’s time for a remedy

I’m on the road again

Fresh grips of breathing air

Oh, I am spreading wide

To places that I once denied

Oh, it’s turn of the tide

No more guilty pleasures, no turning back

Never again, never again

So, you have to go

Spare the delusion, friend

Slow, you managed to grow

But still unfortunate

Fake turns did we take

To fill this empty lake

Smile, we finished our mile

Our poems are compiled

I’m on the road again

Fresh grips of breathing air

Oh, I am spreading wide

To places that I once denied

Oh, it’s turn of the tide

No more guilty pleasures, no turning back

Never again, never again…