The back door
Hanging by a screw
Save us the agony
Just go away will you?
One way street
It will not let you anywhere
You will think you are great
Look behind you will see
There is no progress
Every thing seems familiar
It is a one way street
It isn't good in the end
The back door
The bad arrived
The worst is coming
Time to go; save us the agony
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