Looking good, shaping my hair with gel
Wearing an old necklace made of shell
Standing near the abandoned church bell
I'm throwing the coin into the wishing well
Praying that everything happen will go well
All the unhappiness will be dragged to hell
Forgetting the past, I do not want to dwell
So that my personality doesn't rot and swell
I will make a wish that I will never ever tell...
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