We Won Get Over It

Trying to work it out
How, why, what
The fuck have I ended up here
And where to go now
Which way is North
Trying to work it the fuck out?


The compass needle is spinning
Yet the direction is obvious
Look to the sky
Don’t need all those fancy constructed tools
Follow the light;

We won,
Get over it πŸ˜‚.

We weren’t even the first
Were five weeks too late
And we won’t be the last
It’s ruined now, it isn’t perfect
But nevermind;
We were all pioneers in the end.


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