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Karma hits like a wave
You think of me as a 20th century German margrave
Gathering up for a nave
My words of reaction are dried up like the desert of Mohave
I hardly misbehave
I've become pretty tame
Scared of becoming lame
Each day became the same
You needed someone to blame
So you picked me.
No need to get become traumatized by it
I've only become enlightened
Thank you for lamenting your stance
This act is what I''ll be entranced
With
When I take the world by the lungs
By how hard I've swung
And how high I've sprung

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