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Yes this is the campaign |
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Slithered entrails |
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In the cargo bay |
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Neutered is the vastness |
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Hallow vacuum check the |
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Oxygen tanks |
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They hibernate |
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But have they kissed the ground |
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Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now |
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Tease this amputation |
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Splintered larynx |
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It has access now |
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Send transmission from |
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The one armed scissor |
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Cut away, cut away |
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Banked on memory |
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Mummified circuitry |
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Skin graft machinery |
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Sputnik sickles found in the seats |
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Self-destruct sequence |
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This station is non-operational |
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Species growing |
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Bubbles in an iv loitering |
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Unknown origin |
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Is this the comfort of being afraid |
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Solar eclipsed |
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Black out the vultures |
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As they wait |
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Dissect a trillion sighs away |
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Will you get this letter |
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Jagged pulp sliced in my veins |
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I write to remember |
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'cause i'm a million miles away |
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Will you get this letter |
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Jagged pulp sliced in my veins |
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I write to remember... |