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Calling Bluff
The shadows are getting smaller
You’re unable to continue to hide
You have as much luck as the cold caller
When your debt is paid, things will again be right
You’re on the way to misery
Trust me, I’m able to foresee
This fate that has become your distant destiny
One in which you’ll fall down before me
You bite the hand that helps you
Had the chance to quit to
...Friday 21st September 2018 8:48 am
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