I'm getting in the car with you.
Route to your house that was once mine.
You'll give me a tour, you'll tell me about the turns.
Straight ahead, right, right again, behind the buildings.
You'll tell me about the big thefts, the small politics
and local perversions.
You don't know about foreign countries.
You don't have that in foreign countries.
You are not here in foreign lands.
I'll speak to you politely, I know – I know.
But you want to drive me crazy.
Let me tell you that you are just here, while I am everywhere.
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