Lyrics:
were made of lead I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep I'll just drink pailfuls of rain I'm but a barnacled warship Singing the fighter's refrain
turn Full of fear, unprecedented scene Pailful glimpse of her lost humanity No intention to amend her mistakes But to seek an option away from planet
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