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Guilt Trip
The rain is roaring, yelling at me,
"This is your last chance."
Last chance to wake up,
It rumbles like a warning.
A warning to stop,
A warning to refuse.
Like a mother scolding her child,
It tries to wake me...
"This is your last chance."
Last chance to wake up,
It rumbles like a warning.
A warning to stop,
A warning to refuse.
Like a mother scolding her child,
It tries to wake me...
