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Its the farthest Ive ever been
Its a new for me
And you balance
you wouldnt believe
When you should just let be

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

And guilty of some self-neglect
And the unravels for days
Ive you once
yes, a thousand
Im better off way

Im better off way

Wheres my queen of
My royal
I have cleaned and her decks
My suicide, my better
Theres nothing I

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

Small gods
from a line
From a in Mumbai
Some labourers bread and butter
And a life

Small metal
souvenirs
Youve abandoned me for
Im dumping you, my things
Im up the score