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(this is whispered in the beggining). Ummmmmmm. I was just wondering. Do you like me?. . Use just once and destroy. Invasion of our piracy. Afterbirth of a nation. Starve without your
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(this is whispered in the beggining). Ummmmmmm. I was just wondering. Do you like me?. . Use just once and destroy. Invasion of our piracy. Afterbirth of a nation. Starve without your
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(this is whispered in the beggining). Ummmmmmm. I was just wondering. Do you like me?. . Use just once and destroy. Invasion of our piracy. Afterbirth of a nation. Starve without your
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(this is whispered in the beggining). Ummmmmmm. I was just wondering. Do you like me?. . Use just once and destroy. Invasion of our piracy. Afterbirth of a nation. Starve without your
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leap? I'm the omegaman. I'm the omegaman The sky's alive with turned on television sets. I walk the streets and seek another vision yet. The echo makes me turn to see that last frontier. The edge of
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for sale. Gee that would be great. I could saute the legs. Of a friendly octopus. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 It would be so neat to see a tanker washed up on american soil. Or see the pretty hooks. In the
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Ten thousand miles even though I roam. I can hear the call of the hills of home. The canyons high and the valleys low. Echo, how can you stay away My dreams are there where the eagles fly. Where
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Ten thousand miles even though I roam. I can hear the call of the hills of home. The canyons high and the valleys low. Echo, how can you stay away My dreams are there where the eagles fly. Where
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. Everything is like a friend Well standing at the corner. Watching every kind of car. Friendly people come and say. They wanna see your star I'm walking on sunset. And I'll never reach the end. I'm walking
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your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together. The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and
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your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together. The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and
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The ticktock of time allows me to see. An owl turn to an echo. The butterfly to a cocoon. A swan to ugly duckling. A lake to an ocean. . The dead times awake. As I've been called myself to
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me there. Steal me away in an echo. The mountain will always be there Well I'm turning my sights on the country. I sold everything that I own. Heading away from the bright lights. Looking for
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. . It's thunder, it's lightning, the gentlest breeze. It's friendly, it's frightening. And more surprising than an elephant's sneeze. . I've seen the look every single blushing bride has. I've seen the
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me going places. Just the loneliest guy in the town. Looking for a friendly smile. But all I see were faces. . And then, just like the taste of milk and honey. I found the stranger I've been