The Detachment Kit - The Race.
these mysterious games, that everyone plays, as the copters flew in & the panic begins. lady of luck, will you carry me out, will you fill out these charts, will you tear me apart, no one ever makes me feel, no on ever pays to steal, make a place where i can heal, where no one ever goes. i wish i was like you, i wish i were brand new, i want to reach out & find you. wait here, reach out, over here.
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