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Apr 2016
tic toc tic
Our time's run out.
tic toc tic
The creeper's coming out.
tic toc tic
Whatever goes on at night
tic toc tic
No one* could save us now.
Paramount Pawn
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Paramount Pawn
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   gray rain
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