It's a trap
I swear
On my heart
Pinky promise
Right hand up
Left hand down
Hope to dieIt's just a trick
A nasty web
A delicious looking cake
Which has been baked with poison
A faulty floor board
Which you will quickly fall throughYou can still keep moving forward
Just not here
Not this way
Don't stay on this path
Because I swear
It's a trap
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