They are always with
us, the thin
people.
Meager of
Meager of
dimension
as the gray
people.
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- Voices Echo Your Arrival
- The Narcissi, too, are bowing to some big thing
- Tell My werewolf not to run
- It's been too hard livin. But I'm afraid to die
- Thunders
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- Miss Drake Proceeds to Supper
- For Your Life
- Decades
- Letter To A Purist
- Big Time Sensuality
- Angelic Hoodlums And Holy ones
- Owner Of A Lonely Heart
- The Bull of Bendylaw
- What's God's name? I can't remember
- Isolation
- On Shrewd Claws
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- Cosmic Love
- A Vulturous Boredom Pinned Me In This Tree
- Old Man Wrigley
- O Jesus, Quicken Me
- Moonage Daydream
- To Try And Try And Yet Come Up Short
- Tiny Spirit In A K-Hole
- Eye Of The Beholder
- Again We Are Deluded
- Paul Anthony Heck
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- Style Is Eternal
- We Don't Exist
- Am I Losing My Soul?
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