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It's the farthest place I've ever been |
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It's a new frontier for me |
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And you balance things like you wouldn't believe |
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When you should just let things be |
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Yes you juggle things cause you can't lose sight |
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Of the wretched story line |
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It's the narrative that must go on |
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Until the end of time |
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And you're guilty of some self-neglect |
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And the mind unravels for days |
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I've told you once |
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Yes a thousand times |
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I'm better off this way |
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I'm better off |
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This way |
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Where's my queen of hearts my royal flush |
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I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks |
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A suicide my better days |
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There's nothing I regret |
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I've placed the gods in a zip-lock bag |
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I've put them in a drawer |
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They've refused my prayers for the umpteenth time |
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So I'm evening up the score |
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Small metal gods from a casting line |
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From a factory in Mumbai |
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Some manual labourer's bread and butter |
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And a single-minded life |
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Small metal gods cheap souvenirs |
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You've abandoned me for sure |
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I'm dumping you my childish things |
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I'm evening up the score |
