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If you walk out and face a good day

Somehow the look seems to fall off your face

Wonder whose finding all this a game

Bet they're slipping down in decay

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Somehow you fall down, you pick up the ground

Keep all the message and make it your sound

Why not, what not, slip into ice

If you want more, take some advice

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