Mercury Nervously bitten nails, fingers idly bleeding On the wheel of a cloth-top car Speeding carefree on the coast of Mars. “Why are we here?”, asks the passenger. Driver says, “Mars is someone I have a message for.”
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Mercury Nervously bitten nails, fingers idly bleeding On the wheel of a cloth-top car Speeding carefree on the coast of Mars. “Why are we here?”, asks the passenger. Driver says, “Mars is someone I have a message for.”