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A window to the west, a blazing star above
48: Devil on a Hog
We won't see its face no more
Its machine has left the floor
Its rivals left it in the dirt
It saw our world and it got the shirt
Before it leaves and goes its way
We loathed it so it couldn't stay
There's nothing left for us to feel
So don't remember it...
Its machine has left the floor
Its rivals left it in the dirt
It saw our world and it got the shirt
Before it leaves and goes its way
We loathed it so it couldn't stay
There's nothing left for us to feel
So don't remember it...