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I think I heard a story circulating.
Wrapped in us, made up by.
You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut.
Blink twice then make the call...make it right.
Feel the ride bearing down on us.
Rolling back our eyeballs.
Insist "not my problem" a wince, react, just takes much longer.
Between the cracks, from the wall to the floor.
Heard that one before.
You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut.
Blink twice, then make the call...make it right.
One minute now, from here on out...facing backwards and inside out.