is torn beyond repair
my home my home my wicked home
is where i sit and stare
my eyes, my eyes my wicked eyes
are gazing towards the east
my mouth, my tongue my wicked tongues
are speaking portugese
again and over and under and cut and run
failure grows forever in the bright blue sun
my heart my heart is growing cold
and with the ice i fear
protect my daughters and my sons
from all the worlds' dark stare
my partner folds into a ball
calls me another day
my soul forsaken for a tryst
and with a kiss betrayed
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