Sometimes the field turns cold
And the night falls dark
But I don’t want to go home
I don’t want to see warmth
I don’t want to go
I’d rather just stay with my friends all
alone
To do nothing and nothing
And make the world hate us for
Being nothing and nothing and
wastes of space
would be vastly preferable to home.
And the night falls dark
But I don’t want to go home
I don’t want to see warmth
I don’t want to go
I’d rather just stay with my friends all
alone
To do nothing and nothing
And make the world hate us for
Being nothing and nothing and
wastes of space
would be vastly preferable to home.


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