Calibrate the virus
Fold down the edges and call openness fatalistic
Count to ten; close your eyes
Carrying your dismay by the buckets full
Dumping them into a river of fortune
Up stream lies gratification
Swim with the current
Bottle your plague and drink it slowly
Writer(s): James Turner, Caleb Goins, Matthew Tarpey, Richard Duke Cuneo, Nathan Smith
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