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If you are old and tired, you are still afraid, you did not spend a second,
that eye in the hole, you do not want to fear it ohhh.
Soul of an usher, you are a skilled locksmith, the refrigerator is tightly closed, to
better preserve your food, future excrement...surely the drawer is far away.
The hake is fresh, the gasterol is well sealed, and your bathroom is so clean,
it's a pleasure to eat gin full of light.
The espador is yours, the air purifier, the smell of mothballs is your saliva and
blindness. Formaldehyde your body will not ferment.
The cajón will protect you, The cajón will protect you
You paid fees in plots, in the cemetery, you will dig your own grave,
you will build a beautiful coffin. The combination of the lock, only you and your trusted gravedigger know, you are finally calm, one day no one will bother you, why?
The drawer will protect you, The drawer will protect you, the drawer