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The long and winding road, Grows shorter. Grows shorter? Wait! Let me think, How can growth, Shrink? Yet, when I look down our path, It does not grow longer, We do not grow stronger, The scene turns obscene, As we experience our wrath. Chasing our own tail, Afraid of our own shadow, Our skin turns pale, As flora and fauna die along the trail, Does it make you wanna blow... Chunks? Does it make you wanna throw... Up? Should we feel like chumps? We really tricked ourselves this time, Locking our keys in the car, Hitting our head on the wall, Participating in crime, Not thinking very far, We set-up the fall for all. The long and winding road? Argh... it makes my head explode, It's a one-way street, That we try to defeat, Heading the wrong way, Toward our last day, Literally, a Dead End, Unfortunately, our dead ends. How will this bode? The long and winding road, Ohhhh, will anyone pass, That can save my sorry ass?
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