I can't get out. You might get away with it, you might escape, but for me it's a risk.
He's says: Don't think. Its not the end. You're the first, you've got me, you've had me. With words, with the years, with the smiles from across the pub.
Never let them make you feel like that was it, never let them make you doubt. It's never ending. But, I'm sorry little one, you'll never find your way out.
Into the great unknown. I've gotten out.
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