We all seem to be doing such a good job at keeping our hands on our souls. Keeping it out of hands it doesn't belong too. It just keeps us busy in the end. In the end, they all think they'll have it, one way or another. I'm in no hurry, and I don't think anyone can blame me for that. No argument. Hands down. All in the fucking timing.
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And I learn every room long enough to make it to the door. And then I hear it click shut behind me. And every key works differently )
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