I can usually sense something almost immediately
I may not be able to know what the exact flaw is, but the sense is there
That sixth sense
The voice in the back of the head that suddenly decides to speak up
The hairs that stand up on the back of your neck
That red flag that you can sense but can’t see
Very rarely am I wrong
My gut is usually right
It’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out
I’ll go with my gut every time
Even if it proves to be unpopular
I’d rather be safe than sorry
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