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I must've skipped the ship..and joined the team, for a ride. A couple hours to learn the controls, and commander both my eyes-Hey, hey hey, HEY- Be quick dear, times are uncertain..one month crawling, next year blurring; decades in the drain. Monograms on my brain. Decide what's working and whats moved onto the last phase.
The floodgate alien days.
I love those alien days.
When the peels are down it feels like traveling in style...you don't need wings to hover, forty ton stones for a mile! And in the summer, virgin visions, mindless humming, numbers can't decide- if the day's supposed to smile-
Today, find infinate ways it could be plenty worse. It's a blessing but it's also a curse. Those days have taught me everything I know: How to catch a feeling, and when to let it go-
Through all this scheming soulless creatures can't find dreamers honey on the hive- if it's right beneath the nose..
And when the light is new the sky shows trembling cartoons. You don't need smoke to cover most of the world in a gloom-
But here comes racer number seven watch my fingers ripping out the lines-
If it looks like we could lose...

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