My place

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I get up from the bed but I still don't connect
I look at clock and I think it's not correct
in my living room eight funds split in two
just to know how much I wait for you.

Directs inside the toilets by ballet steps
looking into the mirror seeking for what's next
As I wear my clothes I still care to text.

A coffee if I don't cough, I'm not going to scoff
I still don't know how much I'll be off.

Obviously I am not satisfied with my city
I am looking for space
I want an extra view from my palace.

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