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I said, "It's all in my hands. I don't care if you like it." You're suffering from feeling different. You're a dying pilot in a pilot's cockpit. "And if this is the end of things we began, then I'll embrace it automatic and lets those ******** ******* have it again." Say it. Say that it's good. Tell me something sure; a promise for just anything. Say it. Say that it's good. So while we roll around, we won't feel the thought of being useless. Say it. Say that it's good.
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Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 1:29 AM UTC
A Pilot's Cockpit
I said, "It's all in my hands. I don't care if you like it." You're suffering from feeling different. You're a dying pilot in a pilot's cockpit. "And if this is the end of things we began, then I'll embrace it automatic and lets those ******** ******* have it again." Say it. Say that it's good. Tell me something sure; a promise for just anything. Say it. Say that it's good. So while we roll around, we won't feel the thought of being useless. Say it. Say that it's good.
NBURNS 2010
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Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 1:29 AM UTC
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