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Its too much, nah I'm just going deep. Its a better use of my time; Flying a black spaceship with a clutch. But let's be clear, that doesn't really require much. The flux and punch of a red carpet. Leaves me in need of a dark car-pit. Into space somewhere far away with just one touch. Ringing, then a purple-green, then hush. You're all gone. Except for the ones I brought along. Let us talk to you we can help. And if you try, you can help yourself. Liftoff.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
Liftoff
Its too much, nah I'm just going deep. Its a better use of my time; Flying a black spaceship with a clutch. But let's be clear, that doesn't really require much. The flux and punch of a red carpet. Leaves me in need of a dark car-pit. Into space somewhere far away with just one touch. Ringing, then a purple-green, then hush. You're all gone. Except for the ones I brought along. Let us talk to you we can help. And if you try, you can help yourself. Liftoff.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
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