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DISCERNMENT
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We're not going to fall for that trick again
Or believe those blatant lies
We're not tripping down that garden path
Where hope is born, then dies
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We are not handing over our hearts and minds
Or our hard won self esteem and coins
Waiting to see, we are cautious now
And each morning we gird our loins
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