this can't be goodbye
2026-06-01
too much car noises you can't even tell when world's coming to an end
you got a friend but you can't see him through the car
it's just an inanimate sometimes animate object far from an animal man the bar must be set so high
aye aye captain at least you're by my side
will we make it to july?
will we die does death apply to us?
don't lie, tell me what you imply
this can't be goodbye
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