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Utressor
I was in a new squat
I lost my home
Ramses was there too
He brought me along.
There were dogs,
But the owner said it was ok.
I could pet this one
The youngest of the pack.
There were alot of nice girls
In this new squat
But one Asian girl
With black hair and glasses
Said how pretty I was
And had a crush on me.
We were on our way
Back to Utressor
But the trains didn't run
And I thought of the bus
But the owners didn't want that
Alas, we went along!
The others were already outside
I picked up my stuff
But left the milk I was drinking
On which Ramses did shout
In the end, Ramses went to the fridge
To put the milk inside.
And out of the glass door we went
Onto the curling road, but we were sitting
Scared to fall off the plateau
"Sitting is fine too," said Renate
A girl from my past, and down we went
Toward the trains which we didn't took.
I went back to Utressor with the ambulance,
I kept asking the brothers: "Is this ok?"
And tried to avoid the hurtful spot
Of the patient in the ambulance.
I don't remember reaching Utressor,
Where I still live...
Don't like to go to Adam or Rodam,
But always Utressor it is!
Utressor
