To you it was everything
In your feelings getting heavy
To me it was a fling
A nothing
Just a timewasting thing
Told you out front I was cold as a rink
Colder than most, on oath
Probably won’t live to be old
Told me she could take it, control it, mould it
Now she takes it, arranging
Payment dates on ancient Motorolas, waiting by factory gates
Rancid flats, practical demesnes, silver spoons and gilded plates
Double drop we’re out to play, new drop we’re about to play.
Alchemisland 
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