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music & lyrics: lodmalm
it's always finders keepers
this moves too slow
down with the crawly creepers
what you borrow you owe
- now here we go -
set the pace / set the tone
the stangest thing
you've ever known
nothing left to die for
bitter seed / sour grapes
the point from where
there's no escape
nothing left to die for
undead & unfamiliar
they trim the fat
unlocked & unpeculiar
we're the union of the rats
- we're the union of the rats -
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