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I fucking hate summer




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Steampianist – Leech Boy Feat. Vocaloid Oliver
Sickley, suckley leeches
Slurping up your plasma
Evil, evil leeches
Latching on your brain bits
Leech boy, leech boy, leech boy
Leeches dotting on his head
Icky, nasty leeches
Eating at his dandruff
Leeches whisper evil
Into tiny brain bits
Do not ever trust them
With answers on your maths exam
Leech boy, leech boy, leech boy
Leeches dotting on his head
Evil, nasty leeches
Eating at his sanity
Sickley, suckley leeches
Slurping up your plasma
Evil, nasty leeches
Whispers evil in my head
Leech boy, leech boy, leech boy
Leeches dotting on his head
Evil, nasty leeches
Eating at his sanity
Leech boy, leech boy, leech boy
Burnt the church to ashes
Evil, nasty leech boy
Possessed and pale with madness
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Thing Feat. Vocaloid Oliver
Steampianist
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Steampianist – Thing Feat. Vocaloid Oliver
A distant lullaby, dying from my sight
A glow is amiss, fleeting from my side
Oh why, oh why
Alone in a cruel world
Leaves me
Cold and curled
But then
Friends
Warmth
Eyes that gleam
A glow returns once more it seems
I want hair like yours
I want hands like yours
I want fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry
When I'm feeling scared like you
Just like you
Soft lullabies, never leave my side
Glowing warm fur and gleaming round eyes
Isolated no more
My friends
Don't struggle there is no point
You'll never be alone
From now
Friends
Warmth
Never leave
Struggling only makes the hugs much tighter
I want hair like yours, hands like yours
Fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry when I'm feeling scared like you
I want hair like yours, hands like yours
Fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry when I'm feeling scared
Like you
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Steampianist – Spooktacular Seance Feat. Vocaloid Oliver
The long awaited day of a certain one-eyed boy
With needle pricked hands line up cups and trays
Hand-sew burlap bodies
Pose ready for possession

Sewn sacks jolt into life
As the music begins its session

An annual affair
The perfect pandemonium
A spooky celebration
A macabre masquerade
A pulse is off-limits
So mortals better beware
At Oliver’s Spooktacular Seance!

Reunited once more by the tune at the seams
The dearly departed's chance to feel alive once more

Hand-sewn burlap bodies
Pose ready for possession

Sewn sacks jolt into life
As the music begins its session

An annual affair
The perfect pandemonium
A spooky celebration
A macabre masquerade
A pulse is off-limits
So mortals better beware
At Oliver’s Spooktacular Seance!
At Oliver’s Spooktacular Seance!

At Oliver’s Spooktacular…
…Seance!
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Popopo Feat. Vocaloid Oliver
Steampianist
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Steampianist – Popopo Feat. Vocaloid Oliver
Popopo, oh popopo
Where have you gone?
What have you become?
Floating through the black spacey tar
Oh. An unwanted superstar!

But who cares?
Greet a new planet with flair
New faces to meet
And fresh crops to eat
New friends to make with hands to shake
And he'll finish it all with a dance!

Now for payment
He'll take some of your crops
A home and a friend
So it will be alright in the end!

Alas, he is a shooting star!
Sinking in the spacey black tar
His hopes and dreams in teardrops
Lost in a magical place
With a warm home, a friend, and freshly cooked crops!

Try again
A planet must care
For his dance
With a lot of fans to entrance!
Or someone who's there when he's cold and in despair
When he cries himself to sleep
Now he'll dance before it gets too deep!

He won't ask much
A home and a friend
Food that's hot to touch
Please don't turn him away!

Alas, he is a shooting star!
Sinking in the spacey black tar
His hopes and dreams in teardrops
Lost in a magical place
With a warm home, a friend, and freshly cooked crops!

If he closed his eyes
Forever floating in space
Will his dreams then be real,
And dry out exhausted sighs?

Oh, Popopo. Oh, Popopo
Dancing in his dreams
Oh, Popopo. Oh, Popopo
Happiness is real
Hoping for tomorrow's warm embrace!

Alas, he is a shooting star!
Sinking in the spacey black tar
His hopes and dreams in teardrops
Lost in a magical place
With a warm home, a friend, and freshly cooked crops!
Alas, he is a shooting star!
Sinking in the spacey black tar
His hopes and dreams in teardrops
Lost in a magical place
With a warm home, a friend, and freshly cooked crops!