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you just want to strip me off of who i am divide me into pieces and then you can decide what it is you want a heart a mind a fuck if it's all the same to you i'll choose instead it's a close race, close race you're pushing the buttons now as fast as you can close race, close race now it's time to understand and leave you, leave you stranded here a pilot with no plane my parachute will open while yours will fail and it doesn't really matter if your crash-helmet is on i'll just light another of your cigarettes and the ghosts that haunt this house will slowly fade away From Letras Mania