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- Last Time

 

There's choking confusion,
the blink of an eye. The
clock has stopped and I give
up trying to reason. Why do
you do this to me? Only
inside I see your concealting plan for me.

Come on up little girl, you'd
better push on, you've
fallen. Send me to pick you
up sensing defeat. Trapdoor
open. This is the last time we try.


Some little rumour grabs a gun by the handle, puts one
finger on the trigger and
it's shooting for me, and
it's shooting from the ship.

This is the last time we try.

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