Wasted

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Wasted, wasted trickle down

Into the wicked wasteland

I’ve lost my key

Oh can’t you see

The beginning of life has started

Blasting at my fictitious walls

Until the end of my moonstruck reality

If you find my key

Just let it be

I’m better off without it

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