5 years scut on the floor
5 years apprentice
Don't speak the language
maybe non compos mentis
So many things
that will never happen
one that always will
this fantasy game
makes decision
a bitter pill
find my own crazy hours
find my galley kitchen
finally end this treading water
never time to get a stitch in
tear gets a little wider
can't think that way by heaven
5 years dirty starting now
and then another seven
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