Sitting in
The new lights bliss
Cold as hell
With a colder fist
I’m by my self
With a freezing laughter
I imagine a race
Faster, faster
I’m numbing up
Their falling down
Those four legs go
Round and round
One more time
Again and again
Here we go
My four legged friend
Reach it stretch it
Here comes the end
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