No I don't lack ambition
Can't you see what I hate
That it's you who is sinking
Locked behind iron gates
You should know, you're falling into fiction
I can tell you're on, you're on some foolish mission
Your black eyed soul, you should know
That there's nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy you will find
Your own space and time
You call me superstitious,
me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Thought I seem so bittersweet
You should know, you're falling into fiction
I can tell you're on some foolish mission
You should know, you're falling into mission
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