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The Withered Master Lives a Life of Indignant Anguish, Hear His Sporadic Cries and Yelps
Lyrics
I can't believe we're here, oh my God, I can't believe I'm saying this
I speak for all of us
It's us saying this, we're here
We made it
And we still have places to go
Making this stuff, listening back to it
Thinking of everyone else who might here it
Or even just save one song to their library, that
Fills me
With glee
I hope you liked
No
I hope you remember
From Finland
Writer(s): Michael Stern
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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