Darts commanche

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the mutineers up on the deck
shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot them in the head
commander commanche
commander commanche
and now i'm drifting out to space
and out here smells like melting steel
and out here it's too cold to burn
and now there's nothing left to hear
commander commanche
commander commanche
nowhere
nowhere
commander commanche
commander commanche

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