Here Come The B's

Ice Station Zero

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Slipping by holding on so tightly
I don't always win-but I'll go down fighting

Spin a 360, welcome to reality
Every now & then we tend to forget
Till we have nothing left
And there's no place to go

Here come the B's
They pack in three's

I'm finding out slowly-what makes this
world go round
And I'm realizing there's some things that I'd
rather not know
There's no place to go
There's nothing to show