Three times dark, first in the mind.
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Second on Java street, the dead car there.
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The hood blown off with a BB gun.
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Manuela said she saw the brakes fail.
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Manuela said she saw the brakes fail.
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An empty body but it still bled
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Oil from the axle and it left a trail.
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Ran down Java street and formed a pool.
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Manuela saw the moon in there.
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Manuela saw the moon in there.
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And I hear a rumbling.
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I hear transmission grind.
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I bear witness.
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I have the clutch now.
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Three times dark, third on the rooftops;
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Man jumps between and grabs the rail.
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Man tries the door but the door is locked.
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Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs.
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Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs.
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Dull bright morning and the tools are gone.
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Detectives with flashlights in the elevator shaft.
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Manuela tells detectives she saw him there.
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Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail.
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Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail.
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Three times dark, on the turnpike;
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From the Motor City to the City of Dis.
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They traced his travel by his credit card.
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No sleep, smokes, and he is nauseous.
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No sleep, smokes, and he is nauseous.
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Flips an ash like a wild, loose comma.
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Ash hits the oil around the pump.
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Travels to the pump and the pump explodes.
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Witness said he saw the car jump.
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Witness said he saw the car jump.
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CITY OF MOTORS
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| Soul Coughing |
