How often we shun the essential
what a waste of time and opportunity
leaning against you is my melting point
my mark for no return, but I escaped it
fate beckoned, but I turned my back on it
all the little lamps were glimting:
Danger Alert, Danger Alert and so it was
being an escapée I don't melt anymore
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