Moar Ghosts n Stuff
After I'm gone, Your Earth will be free To live out its miserable span of existence, It's one of my satellites, and that's how it's going to be
Written by: ROBERT SWIRE THOMPSON, JOEL THOMAS ZIMMERMAN
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