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I can hear you heckling me to play those sketchy little games and I always convince myself that I’ve got a shot at winning. and of course I’m one to be fearless, and eager, and unbreakable to take that wild ride with you. but on every revolution and each wicked twist and turn, I get a little dizzy– sick and confused– and I wish you’d just stop this ride, and let me off to let me live– live to enjoy the lights of the night with you.
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
carnival
I can hear you heckling me to play those sketchy little games and I always convince myself that I’ve got a shot at winning. and of course I’m one to be fearless, and eager, and unbreakable to take that wild ride with you. but on every revolution and each wicked twist and turn, I get a little dizzy– sick and confused– and I wish you’d just stop this ride, and let me off to let me live– live to enjoy the lights of the night with you.
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
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