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The Times.

Feel that trouble ahead?                              It is like a bent hanger heated,                             as it sinks to lie deep in my skin.             Blues come dancing,                                 when they feel you can’t catch em’.         Does the madness win?                         Storms have passed us, we have dodged some daggers,                                               but this one is aimed at our back.   Ominous forces, take over the land.           To choose faith or fact.
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