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von Coilguns

So he came from old
Made himself at home
Sits in house and pray
Won′t make any single way
It's a hellish sight
From a distant height
The curmudgeon here
Won′t enter anyway In your basic film
In your lacking terms
The capsule decay
The juice we made to all the way
Don't look back to it at all
Don't look back to it at all
They won′t buy these ways
Don′t you ever turn away