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Its the farthest place Ive ever
Its a new for me
And you things
Like you wouldnt
When you just let things be

Yes, you things
Cause you cant lose
Of the storyline
Its the narrative must go on
the end of time

And youre guilty of some
And the unravels for days
Ive told you
yes, a times
Im better off way

Im better off way

Wheres my queen of
My flush
I have cleaned and scrubbed her
My suicide, my days
Theres nothing I

Ive the Gods
In a bag
Ive put in a drawer
Theyve refused my for the umpteenth time
So Im up the score

Small gods
a casting line
From a factory in
manual labourers bread and butter
And a single-minded

metal gods
Cheap
Youve me for sure
Im dumping you, my things
Im evening up the