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Hit the brake! Hit it, quick! We're going too fast, Destination unknown, We're going into a car crash, That's well known! We didn't just met, apparently We're bound to be collided, Been gaining traction Now it's unavoided In this autopilot The prisoner has gone mad, madenned This is not going where they think it is Hidden agenda of fate is always a surprise A gem or a granade trap, Or both in one Scary nor exciting Help ourselves, we must hit it now!
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Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 3:25 AM UTC
Slip of Fate
Hit the brake! Hit it, quick! We're going too fast, Destination unknown, We're going into a car crash, That's well known! We didn't just met, apparently We're bound to be collided, Been gaining traction Now it's unavoided In this autopilot The prisoner has gone mad, madenned This is not going where they think it is Hidden agenda of fate is always a surprise A gem or a granade trap, Or both in one Scary nor exciting Help ourselves, we must hit it now!
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Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 3:25 AM UTC
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