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Heading the North, I’m looking for the South.

Planned to take a few, but took too many

Of things I do not really need or want to.

Carry them ‘cause of scratching in Annie.

 

Here I am, neatly dressed and slept well,

Holding countless cases, blue box

Of things I do not really need or want to.

Carry them ‘cause of ruling in pox.

 

Standing, trying to find someone to go with;

A companion to carry the mass

Of things I do not really need or want to.

Carry them ‘cause of breaking me stress.

 

Finally I have found the girl, she seems perfect

For to help to transport all the tones

Of things I do not really need or want to.

Carry them ‘cause I must.

 

Soon it comes clear that she is too weak;

Hands of hers cannot carry my case

Of things I do not really need or want to.

Carry them ‘cause I cannot replace.

 

In a moment she fades and instead of her image

Comes the other; the familiar one, made

Of things I do not really need or want to.

Carry them ‘cause got used to the South.