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Where am I going?
A cold wall
The floor is moist
Water was drained
Pure water, tainted
Sewage in the mixture
Oh, my love, my
Saturday baby, the weekend
Brings an end to my weakness.
It’s never enough to see you
Too often I find myself lost to
The tune of longing, and we’ll say
Loneliness in every