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And it goes and it goes
And it goes and it goes
I got ten bags of funds, some rum and some dubstep
Head off into the sunset, one step ahead of the game
They've been attacking my brain, they ain't done yet
Count to 100, open my eyes and it's fine again
No sign of them, back in the open I'm hoping I'm reaching utopia
Coping without her but it's all for the best
No mess, let me digress
One day soon, find room in my head
to let another special person fully immerse themselves
And we'll merge our worlds so perfectly
This is paradise, certainly (en) |
