Hit in the face, as time starts to race...
Locked in a case, I'll soon be in space...
Already losing oxygen, there's a sneaky 'lil pathogen...
A crazy sort of allergen, it spreads like a carcinogen...
It's fear riding within me, I'm going back to my country...
This place is a memory, I will return tearfully...
For this is not my home, I'd much rather roam...
I've always been immune to Stockholm, but suddenly I've felt the syndrome...
Tanzania has become a solid place for me, I've made a life here you see...
Im gonna miss it so terribly!
xxxx
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