Under the ground getting all over town it's 17 paces and its off to the races he's got beady rat eyes and he's prone to long chases when he seems disappeared he's most certainly near the presence conceals it you no sooner feel it curious, flirtingly than a cold pallid certainty the chill's overpowering at the icy deflowering
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dead hand dead hand clawing and gnawing your temperatures falling dead hand dead hand
heave ho down we go i said heave ho and down we go into the tunnels and the black earth below cold dread tendrils invading each ventricle it's on every face we're all in the wrong place its the wrongest of times deeply steeped in the crime that's slowly unfolding in the serpentine hold
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dead hand dead hand clawing and gnawing your temperature's falling dead hand its the dead handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
