The tables, they shall turn my friend
Only a matter of time, not yet the end
High and mighty, that you may be
An acquired taste, so rancid for me
The strut you strut, why don't you see
The pitfalls, your heels pay them no heed
Your eyes on the prize, you forgot me
No light for the blind, then to whom shall we plead
No matter yet, for you shall see
The tables my friend, they shall turn for me
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