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The winds of change change not for me,
Like a broke string kite ripped up in a tree.
Yeah, I took a nose dive from a hundred feet,
But my maker and I wern't ready to meet.
I still have some wounds, my soul needs healin'-
'Cause a whore had my heart,
And pieces she was stealin'.
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