Marla Singer
Miss
A howling wind is whistling in the night, my dog is growling in the dark. Something's pulling me outside, to ride around in circles. I know that you have got the time, 'cause anything I want, you do. You'll take a ride through the strangers, who don't understand how to feel. In the deathcar, we're alive. In the deathcar, we're alive...”
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