what an odd and unusual experience, harrowing at times, but ultimately alright, something to survive, I guess we call that adventure the city iced over and we now our lives are changing fast we didn't spin out but surely we wobbled we used to wait and the smell of burning rubber when I walked in the first room I went to, the one that smelled best, 'this is the room of ancestors, where we let go the living dead' sometimes it never came so then I went outside now we're screaming sing the chorus again and I am not alone
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