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East Or West
02:41
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Dandy said in Christ there is no East or West
She's awaiten at the frenzy door at last
Talking backward through the edge of savage line
Sorely statin' "dyin' it could be just fine"
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Hide
02:50
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You shouldn't hide your face in the sand, now
maybe I should change my style and turn to a man, now
I don't confide in the fact that I know, now
I don't rely upon yours after sex, now
My senses been stripped now man
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Blind Faith
03:14
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Once I was told by an old man that life's all a big mess
And pieces of planets are floating below us but never colliding
Look to the streets of your decadent town
So used by the ugly the bad and the lowdown
Blind faith and a little wine
Sinkin' in that glass o' wine
That shit outlives me, machineries machineries you find in Dick's novels
And if I stand you as someone is there but it rather be somewhere else
Look to the blood paved streets of our homeland
How could you know past and the live fine?
Sinkin' in that glass o' wine
God asked me "What you're lookin for, you boy?"
I'm tired of losing friends in cars and planes that crahes me down
That's the last thing to I'm bound
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Fancy
03:21
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Never thought of you as a (friend of mind, I can resign)
Who put his middle finger through (through the vent, through the vent)
Who put his life at second place (for some kind reward he turns his face)
Family care and health
I'm in love with stupid views (the walls that tumble down the ceiling)
There are people on the pitch (they claim for someone else's fame)
Never thought of you as a friend of mine, I can resign
Have you ever been there?
To candyman's Candyland
I'll keep myself, I'll be well
Sunlight bites eyes
Welcome to Candyland
Pubs and Clubs are hell on earth
But then it's nothing compared to the well looking
Bottle of green in which we all sink
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Fourth Of July
03:01
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Marseille
02:41
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Know you now you're a horrible one
don't want to talk to you anymore
Got a new best friend in town her name is Brenice Berman
She's the nephew of a swedish director
well known for sadistic sagas
i'm afraid he wants me in for some of his Peckinpah's bunches
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Gone
01:38
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Now seems that the good son been affected and gone
He's walking down the stairs with just a towel on
Feeling secure for his brother Tom
He's so gone
Two pretty faced chicks alone in the barn
The first she's called Lily along with sister Pam
They're wondering about the weight of a bum
Look what they found
No one could hurt you when you're a lone wolf
But you may come to hear stupid voices behind the wall
Tellin you in mandarine chinese "Hey what's the matter lad?"
I'm so gone
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P U G L I A Imperia, Italy
I'm a dumb music collector from northern Italy obsessed with mod culture, power-pop and all that concerns drinking.
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