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Brave Saint Saturn So Far From Home

Now sit right back as I bust a rhyme, I've got the freshest beats and I'm always on time, I'm the baddest of the best, Yeah I'm the king. Master of beats

and brilliant, Proving that you're free, Independently. You say, you still love me, But I'm your own worst enemy. Independence Day, Second of May, Lost my best friend and a fiance, So

some change, Anything that I could spare. Emaciated, His shaking fists balled up, Influenza and pneumonia, Begging God to take his cup. So different from

Gloria, in excelces deo. Glory, gloria, Glory. Too weak to wonder, Too tired to care, Jesus Christ, are you really there? I've fallen down, Can't pull

So far, so good, or so they say from mission control, The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul. The rockets burn as servos click and turn