Sponging all the bullshit
Beamed by this city
It became hard to hear from my heart
When I realised it wasn't too late yet
By the time that I talked, it was
All the tears that I cried
You weren't looking at it like it's water on Mars
All the words that I told you were looked inside of myself
Myself, myself, myself, myself
Myself, myself, myself, myself
Myself, myself, myself, myself
Myself, myself, myself, myself...
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