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Radio waves are pouring from their hideaways So deep, so loud, I think I hear them coming out They pierced our hull with caustic cosmic barnacles Two days to go Still waiting for the hatch to blow We're so alone Frogstar's the closest thing to home And if we fail I'll be the one to drive the nail (2x) We gave our souls for a million writhing tadpoles So fair, so proud Tucked in their magellanic cloud We're so alone Frogstar's the closest thing to home And if we fail I'll be the one to drive the nail (2x) The last nail From Letras Mania