a life passed in
Years and years of exposure to tasteless water
your face takes the shape of a man's face
your hands become useful
the love that was ego
Ego that was love
let it go
Till there is no trace of you anywhere
There there
Years and years of exposure to tasteless water
your face takes the shape of a man's face
your hands become useful
the love that was ego
Ego that was love
let it go
Till there is no trace of you anywhere
There there
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