Stop this coach I’m leaving
Leaving this isle of winter
Leaving first for the Sex City
Though all I’ve wanted is sex
and love making without condoms
I’m going far away from this land
to get closer to reality,
My endure got me here
My virtue you can’t understand
Tell Yewande I love her still
She’s all remaining
in the wrecked part of my heart
I have chosen my footpath
I shall be on this wrecked ship
To certainly stay for another rain
And surely come back
to give my testimony
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