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The 18 Wheels with Silver Falcons
The 18 Wheels with Silver Falcons
On the slopes of Tanager
Trying to find their way
Wind them up and say
Pray for the wicked, up in the corner
Trying to spin their webs
The peach and the cobbler on the counter
All tainted red
Oh, they all know
The speckled lady has holes in her head
Fill 'em up with butter, bacon, and bread
Don't worry...bug 'em out
Like that healthy Decon under my head
Don't act, talk, and think
That I'll succumb to that mummy in your head
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