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When confusion sets in,
I lose my stepping stone.
There's two people,
Out there fighting~
In the outfield of my soul.
No referee to stop the clock.
No one to call time.
No one to call the score.
No one ,anymore.
So who is going to help?
When I need ,a helping hand?
Who is going to stop,
Who is going take time?
When I need advice,
When I need ,someone to smack my hand?
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