I'm Polly.
A half irish brogue wearing disorganised mess.
Tea is the key to this metal heart.

You are the fugitive, 
But you don’t know what you’re running for,
You can’t kid us,
And you couldn’t trick anyone.
Houdini, love.

You don’t know what you’re running away from. 

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