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You said you had fun
once you left this town, but you wasted those four, why would you not waste four more? Everything continues as you have it set, and your set to continue with more disappointment yet. Oh John can't you see you can't run from your troubles they'll transform and manifest, and look a lot like the old ones. The troubles that plagued you for four years while here are doomed to repeat for four more years.
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