In this car called history,
We can act up,
Wriggle about,
On the back seat,
Make a bit of noise,
Sing a song or two,
But we will not change,
Its' destination,
One,
Little,
Bit.
I'm found wanting weighted and waiting This lack in me when you looked to see If I was all That I should be I wanted And so I had not I...
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