Control was never yours There's so many things to do before you close the doors And I thank you dear, for playing games that you thought were over Little did you know it wasn't me who would've picked the clover One final lap for you Fun in learning the truth That infernal box is broken but the key is winding a bigger scene As time has ticked And you may cry me a Mighty river for your grit I'm grinding down In the notepad, your fate is written Because "Pandora" didn't listen! This digital prison It's a rough transition So welcome to your new edition! Time will march, and here with me We'll ring around 'til the brakes break free! But doesn't it fill you to the brim with glee? This screen's the last that you'll ever see!
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