It's approaching
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600 pounds gas and flesh
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Robes in tatters
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It's approaching
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Lips and tongue abhorrent
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Flickering lexicon
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Or a stray dog pack leader
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Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
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Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
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Realm of dusk
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The Northerns
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Look at the North ones
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Their brains are unhinged by the sun
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Rare stone
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Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone
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It comes to take them
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Move out the armies
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R.O.D.
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| The Fall |
