I ain't in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Fill your crown with rumours
Impending doom, it must be true
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond
And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
I'm losing touch
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