Those sirens you hear are calling for me
Of what I've just done the whole world will see
It started with one thought that came and then dared
It blossomed though in fact to no one I shared
On the one hand I'm thankful that now I will stop
But, unfortunately that means I must talk to that cop
On the other hand, what else am I to do?
So, I'll confess and address and turn myself in too
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