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Prima & Timo — (4) Timo (Ver. 4.0) Nonaginta Novem

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"With all the love I could preserve"

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[Soft crackling toast sounds + distant memory echoes]

[Verse 1]

I was built small and eager, the last of my kind

Designed for soldiers, to keep their spirits high

I studied heat and timing, every type of bread

Prepared for my purpose, to make the perfect spread

I dreamed of busy mornings, of grateful hands I’d feed

Of helping weary soldiers in their time of need

But when the war grew fierce, rations took my place

No one had time for toast in that chaotic space

[Pre-Chorus]

I waited in the corner, ready, full of hope

But the orders never came… and I learned to cope

[Chorus]

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I was made to serve

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With all the love I could preserve

But the world moved faster, left me on the shelf

Until a boy with kind eyes… gave me back myself

[Verse 2]

I was deployed on a submarine, deep beneath the waves

Hoping for a chance to show what I could brave

But war changed everything, priorities rearranged

And by the end, I was discarded, broken, and unnamed

Thrown beside the garbage, rusting in the rain

Dreams of perfect toast… slowly fading away

Until one day a boy, no older than ten

Picked me up gently… and took me home again

[Pre-Chorus 2]

He didn’t know what I was, but he kept me anyway

Gave me a place… where I could quietly stay

[Chorus]

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I was made to serve

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With all the love I could preserve

But the world moved faster, left me on the shelf

Until a boy with kind eyes… gave me back myself

[Bridge — hopeful]

Now with Prima and the crew, I have a brand new spark

I identify anything you put inside my heart

Small things, simple things — that’s all I can do

But I do it with pride… because I’m finally with you

[acoustic solo]

[Pre chorus]

I’m still plugged in, listening for the click

Got crumbs in the tray and a plan in my wires

If someone says go, I’ll light up quick

Just one slice.

[Chorus-key lift]

[Chorus]

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I was made to serve

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Still holding the warmth I saved

The shelf can keep its dust

I’m still here, slot humming

Toast — hit the switch

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I’m back in the kitchen now

[Outro — warm]

I may be small…

But my toast is true.