Fighting the man in the mirror

Sorry is relative in the middle of great laughter
Luring you away from what you truly
Came after

Dancing with two left feet keeps you in line
And with a right leaning woman the music
Is fine

Fanning the flames with fear of the reaper
Not doing anything will get you in
Deeper

Overcome yourself and you'll free temptation
To get on with its silliness sitting parked at
The station

Measure the weak and pray for the strong
Without our support they all may
Go wrong

Singing while lilies fight the veranda
Reality sets upon you like the bite of
A panda

Believing is everything doing just follows
The pill will go down with a couple quick
swallows

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