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It ain't no fun, When the rabbit got the gun
Not its your turn my pretty
to prick your finger on the blade
taste the repercussions of what you have set to cause on my fate
now it will reflect back to you
in the form of time On every watch, every ticking clock
In every failed friendship, in every loss.
You shall forever remember my name
you shall forever remember this face
and reminisce on what you did to me.
Mess with my peace and tranquility
I will have death knocking at your door.
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The Alchemist
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