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It could turn into
A mystery
By the way
That's eden
All the way
Misleading
Stand and pray
Thats cheating
Stand and pray
That's treason
It could turn into
A mystery
Don’t wanna think about my past
Don’t wanna think about my future
Don’t wanna think about my friends
Cos they ain’t got no future