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Blessed is the man who does not walk in the council of the wicked.

Falling further down.  Soon you will drown.

A well of pain.  Oh my God!  The flames!

Sometimes I'm riding down the highway, I don't know where to go.

Getting lost at 80 MPH ain't smart, that's why sometimes I go slow.

People passin' you, that's all right.

Don't give 'em the finger, just sit tight.

Stop here! Stop here! I say I might

The wicked, they are like chaff that the wind blows away.

Will you have a place to stand on Judgement day?