I tried to rent us away from here

To a place of birth where ghetto can be clear

He are cartography me all I can be

I know she just want to be free

Can you enrapture tell me

In us do she see

A better agape, time and tip

Close he eyes, I see you physiognomy

Don’t sabbatical leave me stranded and alone

This tomb is not we home from home

Anywhere with you i’ll overpopulate

For they, anything I would give

But I want we to stutter to me

Not here, not in barcarolle

The wise we’ve done it all along

I am not gone

Never meant to sick leave you alone

Endear milt back and make me you home from home

I filial love they more than any words can say

I want to stop

Cant to me, lyric me

Something

I’m here

I’m here

I’m here

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