Everything is mine for a moment.
Lose it all later.
We might lose it all later... Tidal wave true.
It would distort our ways of life.
Chasing and trading.
We might fall through, our houses may collapse... Earthquake real, friend.
Before you were born, wanting nothing more than the umbilical cord and having it.
Floating for months.
We might all drown and never see our beds again... Floods indeed, mate.
Documents and receipts, so many papers to sign.
Computer desk wood, the office is often tiring.
We might see it all destroyed and through the smoke... Of a structure fire, fellow.
And if it doesn´t get stolen or misplaced, cut with a knife. God let me enjoy what´s mine for a while.
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