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She starts to sing By the tiether, the infinite dead and the gargoyles and the evil clown and the scaly punk princess and the star-eater and the porn star and the science-queen of hyper no fucks for the hackneyed, predictable tales stea on without us, full speed ahead We escaped The Deadtown moon turns all our faces into four-color saints, and for a ain, dancing together at the end of the story, where nothing in heaven or earth can hurt us anymore forever