Left alone, we rise the stakes.
Ashamed, lost, I get hit in the face.
For once, we know, trying to win the race.
With love, I must, I feel disgraced.
Level headed, in line, we look for wine.
Elevate, we lie, we in the long line.
A fool, who was, once was a priest.
Trying to convince a friend to taste defeat.
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