Chest seat is empty,
Blood on the back seat.
Lives in disgrace,
Scarface he doesn't need.
I sail from coast to coast.
I'll try to brace the lows.
We lay at night,
Cursed as I stay dry.
Living on highs to the empty lows.
Dodged every wreckless world.
What is the way that we do not barely know?
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