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Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere |
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Body bolted to the gournd |
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Trunk-liquor dries in sores |
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Unsupported on mothers floor |
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Impossible to stand the heat |
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Ants begin to eat the meat |
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Trunk-liquor dries in sores |
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Unsupported on mothers floor |
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[Solo Padde] |
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[Solo Christian] |
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In a hour the vultures will get their food |
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[Solo Tore] |
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They're just now in the eating mood |
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Towards it comes an adder |
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It starts to eat the urine bladder |
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When the snake has had his lunch |
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The head is just an empty conch |
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[Solo Christian] |
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This is dainty to the tarantulas |
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[Solo Tore] |
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A relay is this rotting carcass |
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Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere |
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Body bolted to the gournd |
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Trunk-liquor dries in sores |
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Unsupported on mothers floor |
