In a valley they search, and boat breakers emerge
In the foundries they haunt and the pin-stripes they curse
And you've done nothing worthwhile for the past seventeen years
In the foundries they haunt and the pin-stripes they curse
And you've done nothing worthwhile for the past seventeen years
The cryptic cryptid myth still haunts that third-world village!
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