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Your seas sing a lullaby Soothing the tantrums of a 20 year old child With a heart beating to a wrong song With a head filled with misplaced chemicals You’re a long drive to a market Miles away from the centre For cheap vegetables and kuih muih Every weekend with my favourite couple You’re a landmark In the middle of a roundabout With a little bit of ja ne sais quoi quality Or some would say just another architectural faux pas You’re a record-breaking haze That drove my parents to the other end of the island With a month-old baby Termanja sampai berhutang beli AC You’re the choral speaking practices The public speaking jitters Can I really say I’m a debater When all I got for show are certs and none of the character You’re a memory That I wished were frozen in time Like a saved game in the Sims But I realised too late that in real life Story Progression is always on
