I want to, I want to Be someone else or I'll explode, floating upon this surface for the birds, the birds, the birds. You want me? Fucking, well come and find me. I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches. And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. You want me? Well, come on and break the door down. You want me? Fucking come on and break the door down. I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'M READY.
Well, that's the thing.
What beautiful wings, and mine were much larger and the bang was like shit. I wonder why.
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