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PRESTO CHANGO
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When we start to grow
It may not be fast
But the New You should know
Your future won't be just like your past
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When we make mistakes
The effects can drag on for years
But the Sleeper who Awakes
Will not be controlled by their fears
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When we start to grow
We are pleasantly surprised
To see the same old troubled life
Improve right before our own eyes
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