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Don’t look back.
There’s nothin’ there…
And nothin’ good ever was.
It’s all an illusion.
Just a diversion.
Don’t you look back, lil one.
You’ll be frozen in time
Like a pillar of salt
Dead in your tracks.
You’ve got your hand on the plough
Now don’t draw back.
Ain’t nothing but the same old tricks
In that serpent’s hat.
Keep them eyes fixed ahead
On the road you been walkin’.
The devil’s a roarin’
Overtime he’s workin’
Must be that something good
Is about to happen.
Don’t look back.
Don’t you dare.
It’s just a distraction
Ain’t nothing there.