Spent force
Drift away
Off course
Every day
Shout
Out
In the street
At your feet
Murder blood
Tracking mud
On the floor
Full bore
Going gone
Carry on
Anyhow
See it come
Or not
Cupid's Run
Caught
Now
Wonder why
Self-love
Up above
Starry sky
Vast,
Past
All imagination.
Beyond our station.
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