Theres choking confusion, the blink of an eye. The clock has stopped and I give up trying to reason. Why do you do this to me? Only inside I see your concealting plan for me Come on up little girl, youd better push on, youve fallen. Send me to pick you up sensing defeat. Trapdoor open. This is the last time we try Some little rumour grabs a gun by the handle, puts one finger on the trigger and its shooting for me, and its shooting from the ship This is the last time we try
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