Перевод песни Picastro – Hortur

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I'm left because I'm never leaving
And I don't want the things I have
I make plans to relieve myself
Feeling good and looking bad
I love the fork (?) that loves me back
Those lips of luck (?) the kind you lack
We've wasted more on caring less
I'll sing until we make it home