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Havoc...It's automatic...More than sporadic...
Is when I fall ~ Panic...This search is frantic...
Spirit mechanic...Lord fix it all ~ And now I'm
looking to your arms ~ It's just like electric
shoes...That I just want to run to you...I know
that you want to, I want to stick...Like Static ~
Grace...Gold is fantastic...I deserve plastic...
Or none at all...