I obliviously walk through my house, which has been on fire for quite some time...
My boats' almost totally submerged, as I look for quarters amidst dimes...
Bullets graze my hair as through this battlefield I stroll...
I think this hill on which I stand, is actually a hole...
My boats' almost totally submerged, as I look for quarters amidst dimes...
Bullets graze my hair as through this battlefield I stroll...
I think this hill on which I stand, is actually a hole...
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