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Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance |
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Miscontrued in the mood for assistance |
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Flames fanned with compliance |
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We all have fallen foul |
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And forced the striking hand |
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Indiscriminate and loathe |
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To now backtrack - see red and fight fast |
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Punishment is somehow |
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Always due somewhere down the line |
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Until this realisation dawns: |
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Spare the rod and you'll arise |
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Spare it! |
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Spare the rod and you'll arise |
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A strong-arm is for bleak times |
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But spare this rod and arise |
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Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance |
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Miscontrued in the mood for assistance |
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Flames fanned with compliance |
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We all have fallen foul |
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And forced the striking hand |
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Indiscriminate and loathe |
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To now backtrack - see red and fight fast |
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Flurries of blows to tenuously prove that dialogue |
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Rarely makes things right |
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Until this realisation dawns: |
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Talk it through, gain insight |
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Talk through! |
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Talk it through, gain insight |
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A strong-arm is for bleak times |
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But talk it through, gain insight |
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So spare this rod and arise! |
