Say, my love, I come to you...
Underground I'm waiting.
It's three in the morning.
Do you not hear me anymore?
My name is Mud.
It's what happens, whatever.
I've used hammers made out of wood.
I don't wanna hear the noises on tv,
Feel the weight of this passing timebomb.
You know what I need...
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