through the twistsand pulls
cheeks wound
the turn key sun set
our dirty wind shield pane
we need to get out
are those zebras?
i may need you to grab my hand
machine grinddobbled yell
yeee eeeeaa a aa ahhh hhhhh hhhhhhhhh
cheering from within
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