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gallon theatre rock x4
plants section
video game death music
theatre rock explosion x4
epic solo x4
old game shows, out of touch x4
i will have door number 3
door number 3 part 2 extended version
game, set, match x4
see all of you later (goodbye forever fuckers)
everyday there's another gallon of days
days to weeks until we sieze our meters
and meters will fall like the autumn of dawn
we'll wait and weigh these masses to masses
I bet the plants are alright
bell-shaped, delicate, and pale-pink to white
I bet the kids are alright
But we'll never know since we're all gonna die
We just watch old game shows.
We're a little out of touch, I agree.
We just watch old game shows.
We're a little out of touch, I agree.
Kill Ray Combs' feuding family.
Richard Dawson, the best of hosts.
We just watch old game shows.
Game, set match.
Taking this to task.
Do you even have to ask?
Where's the cash?
Hold that thought, baby's doing it right she's
Taking inventory like a hot machine
She waits for allegory,
Asking what does it mean.
We'll see all of you later.
All of you later.
All of you later.
We'll see all of you later.
All of you later.
All of you later.
We'll see all of the old ones
and all of the new ones.
We'll see that they all meet.
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