| Space Tunnel |
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| Space tunnel up ahead, a purple haired grandmother might be dead |
| She’s wearing lipstick, sunglasses too, oh lord I know this can’t be true |
| Don’t you feed on my brain like it’s only a game |
| Don’t you feed on my brain, don’t you do it again |
| Space tunnel in my head, a purple haired old lady might be dead |
| She’s wearing lipstick, sunglasses too, oh lord I know this can’t be true |
