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Just in case. I will leave my things packed. So I can run away. I cannot trust these voices I don't have a lot of prospects. That can give some kind of peace. There is nothing left to cling to.
Shoot a dream in your arm. And sleep away. It's not the stuff that kills you. That keeps your life at bay Every crash pulls you in reach. Of a watershed of signal flares. That cover your beach Th