I'm starting To run out of time
Need to give this machine another dime
So I can finish and get where i want to be
Hard for you, because you don't see what I see
I see the truth, you see the lie
Need to get up and leave before I die
Leave and live on my own
And go wherever I may roam
And live in a place where I can call home
Wherever I may roam, wherever I may roam
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I would like to translate this poem
Telling about yourself