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Unfiltered refusal
You want that filter...
The one that's gone,back in place?
You want this intensity,buried.
You want it outta' your face?
Not a chance,princess.
I'm not hangin' kisses on boots,anymore.
You threaten me?
There's the door.
I don't want you gone,
I just want you out of my way.
Don't step in front of a train,
barreling down...
Spittin' smoke,and flame.
That's a good way to get hurt.
You can't blame the train.
That's just how they work.
Stand aside.
Enjoy being spectator for awhile.
I've spun my wheels for so long.
It's time to start gathering miles.
The one that's gone,back in place?
You want this intensity,buried.
You want it outta' your face?
Not a chance,princess.
I'm not hangin' kisses on boots,anymore.
You threaten me?
There's the door.
I don't want you gone,
I just want you out of my way.
Don't step in front of a train,
barreling down...
Spittin' smoke,and flame.
That's a good way to get hurt.
You can't blame the train.
That's just how they work.
Stand aside.
Enjoy being spectator for awhile.
I've spun my wheels for so long.
It's time to start gathering miles.
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