She sang, "There's nothing like living in a bottle and nothing like ending it all for the world." Impossible. Unlikely. But that's all it's for. To be out of place, as the next song attests. So end the mix with this: "Look around ain't no R.I.P. signs here. We don't rest in peace. We just disappear."
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