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constantly serving 'til death do us part. now a glorious war draws to a close. the yellow winds blow. and i have to know. oh industry
whatever will become of me?
soon the cruel rains will start. is it true we must part company?
constantly serving 'til death do us part. now a glorious war draws to a close. the yellow winds blow. and i have to know. oh industry
whatever will become of me?
soon the cruel rains will start. is it true we must part company?
constantly serving 'til death do us part. now a glorious war draws to a close. the yellow winds blow. and i have to know. oh industry
whatever will become of me?
soon the cruel rains will start. is it true we must part company?
constantly serving 'til death do us part. now a glorious war draws to a close. the yellow winds blow. and i have to know. oh industry
whatever will become of me?
soon the cruel rains will start. is it true we must part company?
will no one dig a grave for his soul
whatever will become of the watcher
when the lights go out
will no one dig a grave for his soul
whatever will become of the watcher
when the lights go out