Meatloaf sells the couch

Unlike the Throbber, Meatload wouldn't do that.

Classic Lyrics from Paradise by the Dashboard Light

I started swearing to my god and on my mother's grave
That I would love you to the end of time
I swore that I would love you to the end of time!
So now I'm praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
 
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