.Put me back in the cold
I'm going to Antarctica
It feels like these days,
Our old meeting place,
In an LA cafe
Or on the Serengeti,
The hunt has not Begun.
Cause I am tired of you taking from me
And I have let you eat from the fruits of my tree
I am not the one to turn in.
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