Censored emotions
I have a container full of them
I cling to the ashtrays
I don't like my jaw
Rhythm section, combat section
Side effects
What are the after-effects
It's all I have left of character
Burnt head
I have more than to open the canadair for me
Don't try to put me out
I set myself on fire
Analysis would show
That I am not square
Night flight over Antarctica
I'm waiting for the next war
Never a stopover
Never contact
With the ordinary
Lost the compass the compass
Willful error
Brushing pylons
Canyons
Brushing the ephemeral
If you touch
If you crash
You enter the legendary
Reality
Realities
Exemplary punishment
If it 'is for playing fugitives
I'm a volunteer
Volunteer

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