its not me, its you. actually, its the taxidermy of you and me. untie the balloons from around my neck and ground me. i'm just a racehorse on the track. send me back to the glue factory. always thought i'd float away and never come back. but Ive got enough miles on my car to fly the boys home on my own. but you know me. i like being all alone. and keeping you all alone.

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