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Act 4 Residential Timeline

from Car Thief by Sunday Creature

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I'm crawling to the center of the ashtray a fuck-up way of saying I'm done all that I can give to you is a hello with no tolerance for sleep.

I put a pencil through the center of my hand and out came your favorite sound now comes the worst part.

What do you want me to say when the traffic lights are off, what do you want us to say when the power is turned off- what do we want?

I won't be there whenyou find out what's real and what's not I get so lost when it starts to work its way up my spine.

There's something left in the middle of the hallway, a tiny hand-print with the glow of an off-switch, now back to the first part.

We're on our way on our own were all going to hell.

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from Car Thief, released October 2, 2012

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