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The battle is lost

Before I was saved

The debt it will cost

It was not what they raved



It was not a fun filled ride

Full of laughter and enjoyment

It was rather a stride

Tripping flat on the cement



I tried as hard as I could

I cannot believe I have ceased

I knew eventually I would

But on the occassion I will not feast



So now is the time

I guess I should tell the truth

The words they will not chime

And will not seem sehr couth



I lost the keys

A little bit ago

Threw them in the seas

Or mixed them in the dough



Wherever they are

I know that it's true

They are certainly far

It was the best I could do



So you'll never receive

These keys that I owned

Now it's time for me to leave

It's time to get stoned ^_-