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Pray, don't tell,
tell me how it's gon' be.
when it all ends well
that how it should be.

Leave me alone
when I need my space.
Come on your own
see me in my best phase.

A new face, a new day,
cause being good
is not all what it takes
to get you in the mood.

Die without pride,
lie down with the sirens,
blaring through the tide
as I die in diamonds.

I'm keeping it real,
cutting the corners
keeping the deal
and abiding by order.

Closing the door
for something better,
wanting more
for this go-getter.

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