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Round and solid Clanking at every collision Full of a single passenger Looking to escape through any means necessary But when the ship is empty One may wonder who's driving, steering controlling Guiding this ship to a recycled future This glass bottle is nothing, but a spaceship tonight.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
Her Ride
Round and solid Clanking at every collision Full of a single passenger Looking to escape through any means necessary But when the ship is empty One may wonder who's driving, steering controlling Guiding this ship to a recycled future This glass bottle is nothing, but a spaceship tonight.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
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