Admit
He was admitted
Never be the same again
Lost some confidence
Admit to failure
It happens to all of us
Just let it all go
Ticket says admit
They refused to let us in
Oh, it was last week
Chill
Bring it on, he said
We can chill out together
He knew the lingo
Chill ran up his spine
From the pained look on her face
He'd said the wrong thing
Rice pudding again
Yesterday's chilled leftovers
With a dob of jam
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