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A Cape Town, some royal crown, an hour

I don’t know where my wallet is

Crawl to bed on a stranger's floor

Lit cigarette, burning holes into their porch

An old van, a farmers tan, a venue

I don’t know where my wallet is

Crossing roads where the city ends

I don’t know

I don't know

Can’t get it back

Can't get it back, I fell asleep and saw

The years had passed, I lost them all

Reach into my head and find

I don’t remember most the time

Oh, there's so much I would change

Take more pictures

Oh, I left so much to say

Left so much to say

All the missed connections

Oh, I left so much to say

Why do the years move faster?

Oh, there's so much I could change

Will I spend the effort?

Oh, there's so much I could change

Oh, there's so much I'd let go

I'll somehow frame a narrative where all my actions have some evil aim

The worst is yet to come

I’ll retrace the capitol

The day we wandered all the monuments

A belly full of drinks

What could I have done wrong, does intent equal fault?

How to end a perfect day if not

Finding what to blame on myself

Nothing hits as hard the second time

It's all lost its charm, but not it's signs

Nothing hits as hard the second time

It's all lost its charm, but not it's signs

The nights I fell asleep and saw

The years had passed, I lost them all

I reach into my head and find

I don't remember most the time

The nights I fell asleep and saw

The years had passed, I lost them all

I reach into my head and find

I don't remember most the time

The nights I’d stay awake and saw

The morning shed its shadows long

The blanket I’d forget to bring

I half remember everything