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Confronting the lessons you wish you'd learned, (A mistrust earned) Riding the wheels you feared would turn A mistrust earned, oh, a mistrust I earned Fled the bedlam; scathed, I stagger on A mistrust earned, oh, a mistrust I earned Rushed to trust in the season, My feet ran from Oh, where to begin! Now stranded on shifting ground Its pallor confounds Then again, I've looked down A Mistrust I Earned From Letras Mania