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Heads or Tails
…sweat beads come crashing to the ground…
…the temperature rises within me…
…a deafening silence grows louder…
…my mind ticking away…
…a bomb about to explode…
…which door to take?…
…is left what I crave…
…or will right be my prize…
…the crowds watch on…
…anticipation reaches an all high…
…which is it that I want…
…which is it that I need…
…contemplation confuses me…
…with every thought comes doubt…
…half a chance I’ll succeed, half I won’t…
…waiting, waiting, the crowds watch on…
…waiting…
…I go for left…
…hoping it’s the one for me…
…a whisper reaches me…
…from a corner of the world…
…you’re wrong…
…if you’re not right you’re wrong…
…if you don’t choose right…
…you’ll be left behind…
…the temperature rises within me…
…a deafening silence grows louder…
…my mind ticking away…
…a bomb about to explode…
…which door to take?…
…is left what I crave…
…or will right be my prize…
…the crowds watch on…
…anticipation reaches an all high…
…which is it that I want…
…which is it that I need…
…contemplation confuses me…
…with every thought comes doubt…
…half a chance I’ll succeed, half I won’t…
…waiting, waiting, the crowds watch on…
…waiting…
…I go for left…
…hoping it’s the one for me…
…a whisper reaches me…
…from a corner of the world…
…you’re wrong…
…if you’re not right you’re wrong…
…if you don’t choose right…
…you’ll be left behind…
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