That Question Is Too Easy
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You accuse me of not being there for you.
After you chose to do something,
I warned you not to do.
And you come to find me at fault?
To sell me guilt,
With a sadness you've brought?
I must look like a fool to you?
I said,
I must look like a fool to you?
'Ask me something else.
That question is too easy.'
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