Try to fold the car
out of construction paper
I need to expand my horizons
Huxley's doors got painted shut
Yo hand me the scraper
You know what I've got my eyes on
I'll have to make the road of paper too
I can't really get out much
the days of solo overlanding are over
must be why I'm so far out of touch
no trash to talk
no neat car to cut up
nobody's heard of me
miles from the throne
if it's not clear
though that won't make me shut up
see every horizon I'm shown
what
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