out of the sky, into the sea there's nothing left to take this weight for me it's almost day, no guarantees
so let, so let, others be sick for their lives we don't, we don't need mothers this time
leave it, erase it, forget it, autonomy! save it, you need it, allow it, a place to be! it's almost day, hold on to me
all this in time will be, exactly what it wants to be and nobody's better for balanced equations of security (from the bottom you look up and...)
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