You are my new situation
And I guess you won't let me
Press certain keys.
I'm a hobo, with a red face, looking at an orange moon
And the blue sea takes my memories
You are my new situation
And I don't suppose you'll let me
Press particular keys.
I'm a multi-trillionaire who bought a cloud
And at 6am each day I make it rain on me.
And I don't expect you'll let me
Press the keys.
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