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Winds from Africa, blow from the East News of fire spreading nearby me What's to be done here? What's to be gained? The gasoline spreads, we soak up the hate Culminations of what can go wrong Do all of the dead deserve to be gone? Does us the living deserve to be here? Do all our futures deserve to be feared? More murders makes ****** more accepted All walks of life crash at intersections Instead of sparing time, letting others pass We spend our lives road raged, being unmatched END CREDITS Then we crash in traffic. Gasoline leaks Sparks from the friction. Death senses who bleeds You're crawling out your car. Gas line aflames Tailgating fate and there were other lanes
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
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Winds from Africa, blow from the East News of fire spreading nearby me What's to be done here? What's to be gained? The gasoline spreads, we soak up the hate Culminations of what can go wrong Do all of the dead deserve to be gone? Does us the living deserve to be here? Do all our futures deserve to be feared? More murders makes ****** more accepted All walks of life crash at intersections Instead of sparing time, letting others pass We spend our lives road raged, being unmatched END CREDITS Then we crash in traffic. Gasoline leaks Sparks from the friction. Death senses who bleeds You're crawling out your car. Gas line aflames Tailgating fate and there were other lanes
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
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