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They Ate Isengard
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Cassette Deck
I believe in the good of the bad The distorted truth of the promised land Your touch, your touch It nails me to my sleep I believe it's the law of the sands, The timeless depths of yourself Step up, look out
I believe there are ghosts in your bed They're everywhere, everywhere Step up, look down Around your tongue She bruised her neck Made such a mess round' the cassette deck The sheets are soaked, Find me some more
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