Colder than a night alone
Countless questions and not an answer to be seen
Thought of less and less now
Position is expendable, loaded up and shallow
Find me w/ her selling cheap
The things I want to take back and pretend all over
Off then to take action
To distract from large bellies and whinging whiners
That'll be the gear
The chosen upload and sacred twister path
The robots can come all they need
I got guitar and bicycles and apes and can poo.
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