Not a crumb of dirt anywhere
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we are all alone here and we are dead.
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Not a crumb of dirt anywhere
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we are all alone here and we are dead.
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I am a prophet: more calamities; more death; more despair.
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No indication of change anywhere, our heroes have all killed themselves.
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We must get in step, a lock step.
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Lock step, lock step, lock step, lock step.
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The Tropics Of Cancer, Capricorn And A Smashed Face
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| Love Like... Electrocution |
