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Well there you goA big pile of I told you soNow you sit bleedingFor refusal not heedingThe advice that was givenBut you went you were drivenStay inside and lock the doorsWhen you go out you know that it poursRain...Brings pain...Again & AgainHeads in your voices you yell at and blameYour were well warned Your skin scar adorned From the day you were bornYour heart bound to be tornSo who really cares
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