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QA You won’t breathe questioning your answers Tape machines slowing down the making   She won’t fall apart One more left to ante up Seasons break my heart Laying low, where do we go from here?   Wait for me I can’t seem to make it. Why can’t we satisfy and ending?   She feels something strong, fighting what you’re waiting on This will not prolong Altitudes and pheromones   He will fall apart Nothing left to ante up Seasons break my heart Sinking low, where do we go from here?