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[b:0db0fc16b0]Someday something's coming
From way out beyond the stars
To kill us while we stand here
And store our brains in mason jars
And then the girl behind the counter
She asks me how I feel today
I feel like Lovecraft in Brooklyn[/color:0db0fc16b0]
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