Above heights languishing desires down
Confined in prominent fear to fall again
Yet the ever way to town
Bloody walls high for words disdain
Our proud province priced out
Against time to refuse
Or gain formidable grace to edge doubt
All we behold all they abuse
We regret a long time within decapital
And pulled through a blinded convoy
Doom and dubbed for a future fatal
Where we met gentle giants for boys
Counting street one counting more
Like strangers struggle
Ban behind smuggled shores
With hope far strangled
Miles and minutes to Bangkok
The castles mountains mansions the air
Destitute of freedom the duke
Men by wheelchair
Ladies crossing fast by high heels
Who gave to us frown smiles
Now an ordinary minute Bangkok own our wills
Bangkok province mounting on the hills
Decapital away with history for Bangkok now
To all we hope and dream of irish island
Nothing else but Bangkok we know
Holding out hands pasting by the sand
Followed by memorable steps
Behind neighbouring Baghdad
Like alien Bangkok street creep
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