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You're it No, you're it Hey, you're really it Say it Don't spray it Spirit desire (face me) Spirit desire (don't displace me) Spirit desire We will fall Miss me Don't dismiss me Spirit desire Spirit desire, Spirit desire, Spirit desireWe will fall Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire, Spirit desire, Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire We will fall Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true? Looking for a man with a focus and a temper Who can open up a map and see between one and two Time to get it Before you let it Get to you Here he comes now Stick to your guns And let him through Everybody's coming from the winter vacation Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you You come running in on platform shoes With Marshall stacks To at least just give us a clue Ah, here it comes I know it's someone I knew Teenage riot in a public station Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you Now I see it I think I'll leave it out of the way Now I come near you And it's not clear why you fade away Looking for a ride to your secret location Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin' And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now It better work out I hope it works out my way 'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now You better look it We're gonna shake it Up to him He acts the hero We paint a zero On his hand We know it's down We know it's bound too loose Everybody's sound is round it Everybody wants to be proud to choose So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze It's time to go round A one man showdown Teach us how to fail We're off the streets now And back on the road On the riot trail -
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snake in it
jack into the wall tv amp on fire blowing in the hall gun your sled close your peeping toms turbo oraganizer cracking on the knob you got it yeah ride the silver rocket can't stop it burning hole in yr pocket hit the power psycho helmets on you got to splice your halo take it to a moon nymphoid clamor fuelling up the hammer you got to fake out the robot and pulse up the zoom you got it yeah ride the silver rocket can't stop it burning hole in your pocket can't forget the flashing can't forget the samshing the sending and the bending the ampisphere re-entry you gotta have the time got a letter in your mind got heart injection that you got yourself a line you got it yeah ride the silver rocket can't stop it burning hole in your pocket |
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to the extent that i wear skirts
and cheap nylon slips I've gone native i wanted to know the exact dimention of hell does this sound simple? fucking you, are you for sale does 'fuck you' sound simple enough? this was the only part that turned me on but he was candy all over come on down the store you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more i grew up in a shotgun row sliding down the hill out front were the big machines steel and rusty now i guess outback was the river and that big sign down the road that's where it all started come on down to the store you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more come on down to the store you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more come on down to the store you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more you can buy some more, more, more, more |
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let's go walking on the water
come all the way please i wanna know should i stary or go? no need to be scared let's jump into the day I wanna know i think i oughta go close your eyes and make believe you can do whatever you please i wanna know i think i better go let's go walking on water now you think i'm satan's daughter i wanna know please let me go just too quick now i think i'm gonna be sick i wanna know should i stay or go? i'm trying for the future it's funny that way i wanna know i wanna know i took a look into the hate it made me fell very up to date i wanna know should i stay or go? hold me tight, down on my knees so i don't go burning, 'cross the breeze i wanna know i wanna know i wanna know should i stay or go? buring 'cross the breeze buring 'cross the breeze buring 'cross the breeze |
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hatred
i hate the past i can't see anything at all, all ii see is me that's clear enough and that's whats important, to see me my eyes can focus my brain is talking looks preety good to me my head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful looks pretty good to me sometimes i speak tonight there's nothing to say sometimes we freak and laugh all day hold these pages up to the light see the jacknife inside of the dream a railroad runs through the record store at night coming in for the deep freeze mary, a simple word, are you there in the country? your eyes so full, your head so tight can't you hear me? remember out talk that day on the phone? i was the door, and you were the station with shattered glass and miles between us we still flew away in the conversation my cup is full, and I feel okay the world is dull, but not today she think's she's a goddess she says she talks to the spirits i wonder if she can talk to herself? if she can bear to hear it? this is eric's trip we've all come to watch him slip he's slipping all the way to texas can you dig it? eric says 'the sky is blue' i see with a glass eye the pavement view a shadow forming, across the fields rushing thru me to you we tore down the world, and put up four walls i breathe in myth i'm over the city, fucking the future i'm high and inside your kiss we can't see clearly but what we see is alright we make up what we can't hear and then we sing all night scattered pages and shattered lights a jackknife and a dream there's something moving over there on the right like nothing I've never seen |
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it start at the top
now it's spiralling down works best when it's lost digging under the ground never mind it now we can bring it back it's total trash and it's a natural fact that i'm not no cow it's never the same it's more than a game can't take it away can't kill all the shame it's guilty man that increased the crack it's total trash sack'em on the back with a heavy rock there he goes again magic monkey friend can i love the time that he seems to spend with all the kids in town it start at the top now it's spiralling down works best when it's lost digging under the ground never mind it now we can bring it back it's total trash and it's a natural fact that i'm not no cow |
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hey joini put it all behind you
hey joni now I've put it all behind me too these times can't add up your life is such a mess forget the past, and just say yes tell me joni, am i the one? to see you through? in his broken town can you still jack in and know what to do? I remember our youth, out high ideals I remember you were so uptight that time in the trees, we broke that vice we took some steps and now we can't think twice tell me joni, am i right by you? tell me how your gonna lose this hard luck? hey joni, when will all these dreams come true? you'd better tind a way to climb down off that truck shots ring out from the center of an empty tield joni's in the tall grass she's a beautiful mental jukebox a sailboat explosion a snap of electric whipcrack she's not thinking about the future she's not spinning her wheels she doesn't think at all about the past she thinking long and hard about that high wild sound and wondering will it last? kick it hey joni, put it all behind you there's something turning, joni, turning right to you my head burns, but I know you'll speak the truth, hey. hey joni, put it all behind you hey joni, now i've put it all behind me too forget the future thses times are such a mess tune out the past, and just say yes it's 1963 it's 1964 it's 1967 it's 1962 put it all behind you now it's all behind you |
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[Mike Watt]
"Watt Here! I'm downstairs from your window... if you're up... pub 'phone booth... if you're up...(I get tense) [Beep]" [Mike Watt] "Thurston! Watt! Thurston! I think it's ten thirty, we're calling from Providence, Rhode Island. Did you find your shit? You gotta watch the motin' Thurston, your fuckin' memory just goes out tha window. We couldn't find it in the van at all, we wonderin' if you looked in that trash can. When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in your hand, did you dump it? Call later. Bye." |
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i see a dog star diving at his magic, santchin'
keeps me up awake go crystal cracking i can't wait i can't stay, a candle gotta change my mind before it burns out I'm the cocker on the rock wind is whipping throught my stupid mop i see a falling snowgirl walking broadway turns the corner at 14th and i know there's no way it's alright it's alright candle and i know she'll be okay by Sunday I'm the cocker on the rock humming bash starts shining in your electric clock it's safe to say, candle tonight's the day, candle it's alright now, candle the wind's away, candle never thought I'd see a dog star faling I'm the cocker on the rock wind is whispering through my stupid mop |
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rain king ensure there's nowhere to go
it's jet stream, daydream, cocksure hard luck show his lips a fountain his daylight sparks he's a shotgun, schoolyard, street-wise, white-hot kid little whipcream, phone call, breakdown, rain king fist his mind a countdown his daydream sparks i need three years to clear these thoughts, hey i like to say i knew on true thing it feels like years and all I've done is fought and not tuned up, anything little black, take roll and roll, over my bed I'm waiting here for, some reality crease there's one big deadend, in my head and not a moment of peace crossfire, rain king, with this candle, kid married every dictionary from his chain-yard bliss his lips a foundtain his daylight sparks he's got a shot in his kick forging the real, when he's a steel drum, wedding ring, pontiac door knob ten his mind a countdown his daylight sparks hung up on a speed king nation, caught up on a nail hanging tight with time, at least, a little while your sister is a beauty when she's naked, like my kid i hear this world, cool world, dreaming of peaceful kiss |
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look into my eyes, don't you trust me
your so good you could go far I'll put you in a movie, don't you want to you could be a star you could go far you've got twistability you fly hard, don't you wanna you've got kissability you could be a star, it ain't hard your driving me crazy, i feel so sick your driving me crazy, give us a kiss look into my eyes, don't you trust me your so soft you make me hard I'll put you on a movie, don't you wanna you could be a star you could go far you've got kissability you sing hard, don't you wanna you've got twistability you could be a star, it ain't hard your driving me crazy, you smell so sick i feel so tired, you made me sick your driving me crazy, it I feel so sick your driving me crazy, if I feel so sick look into my eyes, don't you trust me your so good you could go far I'll put you in a movie, don't you want to you could be a star you could go far you've got twistability you fly hard, don't you wanna you've got kissability you could be a star, it ain't hard your driving me crazy, i feel so sick your driving me crazy, give us a kiss |
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Hatred I hate the past I can't see anything at all, all i see is me That's clear enough And that's whats important, to see me My eyes can focus My brain is talking Looks pretty good to me My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful Looks pretty good to me Sometimes i speak Tonight there's nothing to say Sometimes we freak And laugh all day Hold these pages up to the light See the jacknife inside of the dream A railroad runs through the record stores at night Coming in for the deep freeze Mary: a simple word, are you there in the country? Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight Can't you hear me? Remember our talk That day on the phone? I was the door, and you were the station With shattered glass and miles between us We still flew away in the conversation My cup is full, and i feel okayThe world is dull, but not today She think's she's a goddess She says she talks to the spirits I wonder if she can talk to herself? If she can bear to hear it? This is eric's trip We've all come to watch him slip He's slipping all the way to texas Can you dig it? (eric says "the sky is blue...") I see with a glass eye The pavement view A shadow forming, across the fields rushing Thru me to you We tore down the world, and put up four walls I breathe in the myth I'm over the city, fucking the future I'm high and inside yr kiss We can't see clear But what we see is a alright We make up what we can't hear And then we sing all night Scattered pages and shattered lights A jack |
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To the extent that I wear skirts
and cheap nylon slips I've gone native I wanted to know the exact dimension of hell does this sound simple? Fuck you! Are you for sale? Does 'Fuck you' sound simple enough? This was the only part that turned me on but he was candy all over come on down to the store you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more I grew up in a shotgun row sliding down the hill out front were the big machines steel and rusty now I guess outback was the river and that big sign down the road that's where it all started come on down to the store you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more come on down to the store you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more come on down to the store you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more you can buy some more, more, more, more |
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Let's go walking on the water
Come all the way please I wanna know Should I stay or go? No need to be scared Let's jump into the day I wanna know I think I oughta go Close your eyes and make believe You can do whatever you please I wanna know I think I better go Let's go walkin on water Now you think I'm Satan's daughter I wanna know Please let me go! Just too quick Now I think I'm gonna be sick I wanna know Should I stay or go? I'm trying for the future It's funny that way I wanna know I wanna know! I took a look into the hate It made me feel very up to date I wanna know Should I stay or go? Hold me tight, down on my knees So I don't go burning 'cross the breeze I wanna know I wanna know! I wanna know Should I stay or go? Burning 'cross the breeze Burning 'cross the breeze Blowing 'cross the breeze |
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Hey Joni put it all behind you
hey Joni now I've put it all behind me too these times can't add up yr life is such a mess forget the past, and just say yes tell me Joni, am I the one to see you through? In this broken town can you still jack in and know what to do? I remember our youth, our high ideals I remember you were so uptight that time in the trees, we broke that vice we took some steps and now we can't think twice tell me Joni, am I right by you? Tell me how yr gonna lose this hard luck? Hey Joni, when will all these dreams come true? You'd better find a way to climb down off that truck shots ring out from the center of an empty field Joni's in the tall grass she's a beautiful mental jukebox a sailboat explosion a snap of electric whipcrack she's not thinking about the future She's not spinning her wheels she doesn't think at all about the past she thinking long and hard about that high wild sound and wondering will it last? Kick it Hey Joni, put it all behind you There's something turning, Joni, turning right to you my head burns, but I know you'll speak the truth, hey! hey Joni, put it all behind you hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me too forget the future these times are such a mess tune out the past, and just say yes it's 1963 it's 1964 it's 1957 it's 1962 put it all behind you now it's all behind you |
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Snake in it
Jack into the wall TV amp on fire Blowin' in the hall Gun yr. sled Close yr. peeping toms Turbo organizer Crankin' on the knob You got it Yeh ride the silver rocket Can't stop it Burnin' hole in yr pocket Hit the power Psycho helmets on You got to splice yr. halo Take it to a moon Nymphoid clamor Fuelling up the hammer You got to fake out the robot And pulse up the zoom You got it Yeh ride the silver rocket Can't stop it Burnin' hole in yr pocket Can't forget the flashing Can't forget the smashing The sending and the bending The ampisphere re-entry You gotta have the time Got a letter in your mind Gotta heart injection That you got yourself a line You got it Yeh ride the silver rocket Can't stop it Burnin' hole in yr pocket |
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Look into my eyes, don't you trust me
yr so good you could go far I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna you could be a star you could go far you've got twistability you fly hard, don't you wanna you've got kissability you could be a star, it ain't hard yr driving me crazy, you smell so sick yr driving me crazy, give us a kiss look into my eyes, don't you trust me yr so soft, you make me hard I'll put you on a movie, don't you wanna you could be a star, you could go far you've got kissability you sigh hard, don't you wanna you've got twistability you could be a star, it ain't hard yr driving me crazy, you smell so sick I feel so tired, you make me sick yr driving me crazy, if I feel so sick yr driving me crazy, give us a kiss Look into my eyes, don't you diss me You're so good, you could go far I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna You could be a star, you could go far You've got twistability You fly hard, don't you wanna You've got kissability You could be a star, it ain't hard You're driving me crazy, smell so sick You're driving me crazy, give us a kiss |
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Hatred I hate the past I can't see anything at all, all i see is me That's clear enough And that's whats important, to see me My eyes can focus My brain is talking Looks pretty good to me My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful Looks pretty good to me Sometimes i speak Tonight there's nothing to say Sometimes we freak And laugh all day Hold these pages up to the light See the jacknife inside of the dream A railroad runs through the record stores at night Coming in for the deep freeze Mary: a simple word, are you there in the country? Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight Can't you hear me? Remember our talk That day on the phone? I was the door, and you were the station With shattered glass and miles between us We still flew away in the conversation My cup is full, and i feel okayThe world is dull, but not today She think's she's a goddess She says she talks to the spirits I wonder if she can talk to herself? If she can bear to hear it? This is eric's trip We've all come to watch him slip He's slipping all the way to texas Can you dig it? (eric says "the sky is blue...") I see with a glass eye The pavement view A shadow forming, across the fields rushing Thru me to you We tore down the world, and put up four walls I breathe in the myth I'm over the city, fucking the future I'm high and inside yr kiss We can't see clear But what we see is a alright We make up what we can't hear And then we sing all night Scattered pages and shattered lights A jack |
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I see a dark star drivin' at his magic, snatch it kiss me up a way go crystal cracking I can't wait I can't stay, uh candle Gotta change my mind before it burns out I'm the On the rock Wind is whipping through my stupid mop I see a falling snowgirl walking Broadway Turns the corner at 14th and I know there's no way It's alright It's a lighted candle And I know that she'll be okay by sunday I'm the On the rock Coming back start shining In your electric clock It's safe to say, candle Tonight's the day, candle It's alright now, candle The wind's away, candle Never thought I'd see a dark star falling I'm the On the rock Wind is whipping through my stupid mop |
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[Mike Watt]
"Watt Here! I'm downstairs from your window... if you're up... pub 'phone booth... if you're up...(I get tense) [Beep]" [Mike Watt] "Thurston! Watt! Thurston! I think it's ten thirty, we're calling from Providence, Rhode Island. Did you find your shit? You gotta watch the motin' Thurston, your fuckin' memory just goes out tha window. We couldn't find it in the van at all, we wonderin' if you looked in that trash can. When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in your hand, did you dump it? Call later. Bye." |
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You're it No, you're it Hey, you're really it You're it No I mean it, you're it Say it Don't spray it Spirit desire (face me) Spirit desire (don't displace me) Spirit desire We will fall Miss me Don't dismiss me Spirit desire Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire We will fall Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true? Looking for a man with a focus and a temper Who can open up a map and see between one and two Time to get it Before you let it Get to you Here he comes now Stick to your guns And let him through Everybody's coming from the winter vacation Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you You come running in on platform shoes With Marshall stacks To at least just give us a clue Ah, here it comes I know it's someone I knew Teenage riot in a public station Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you Now I see it I think I'll leave it out of the way Now I come near you And it's not clear why you fade away Looking for a ride to your secret location Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin' And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now It better work out I hope it works out my way 'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now You better look it We're gonna shake it Up to him He acts the hero We paint a zero On his hand We know it's down We know it's bound too loose Everybody's sound is round it Everybody wants to be proud to choose So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze It's time to go round A one man showdown Teach us how to fail We're off the streets now And back on the road On the riot trail |
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Rain King ensures there's nowhere to go
It's jet stream, daydream, cocksure hard luck show His lips a fountain His daylight sparks He's a shotgun, schoolyard, street-wise, white-hot kid Little whipcream, phone call, breakdown, Rain King fist His mind a countdown His daydream sparks I need three years to clear these thoughts Hey, I like to say I knew one true thing It feels like years and all I've done is fought And not turned up anything Little black, take roll and roll, over my bed I'm waiting here for some reality crease There's one big deadend in my head And not a moment of peace Crossfire, Rain King, with his cadillac kid Marries every dictionary from his chain-yard bliss His lips a fountain His daylight sparks He's got a shot in his kick forging the real, when He's a steel drum, wedding ring, Pontiac door knob ten His mind a countdown His daylight sparks Hung up on a speed king nation, caught up on a nail Hanging tight with time, at least, a little while Your sister is a beauty when she's naked, like my kid I'm here in this world, cruel world, dreaming of a pitchfork kiss |
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It start at the top
Now it's spiralling down Works best when it's lost Diggin' under the ground Never mind it now We can bring it back It's total trash And it's a natural fact That I'm not no cow It's never the same It's more than a game Can't take it away Can't kill all the shame It's a guilty man That increased the crack It's total trash Sack 'em on the back With a heavy rock There he goes again Magic monkey friend Can I love the time That he seems to spend With all the kids in town It start at the top Now it's spiralling down Works best when it's lost Diggin' under the ground Never mind it now We can bring it back It's total trash And it's a natural fact That I'm not no cow |
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We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall Of illusion Never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late When they pass away We were talking about the love we all could share When we find it To try our best to hold it there With our love With our love, we could save the world If they only knew Try to realize it's all within yourself No one else can make you change And to see you're really only very small And life goes on within you and without you We were talking about the love that's gone so cold And the people who gain the world and lose their soul They don't know - they can't see Are you one of them? When you've seen beyond yourself Then you may find peace of mind is waiting there And the time will come when you see we're all one And life goes on within you and without you |
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1989, Halloween/Touch me I'm Sick, Blast First!, (BFFP46)
Notes: Mudhoney cover [Kim] Uh whuuuuuaaaaaaa whaaa well I've been bad and I've been worse and I'm a creep - yeah and I'm a jerk come'on touch me I'm sick aaaaah I won't be long then I pull a rock and I'll throw it at you boy are you paying our drugs (?) touch me I'm sick yeah touch me I'm sick come'on baby now come with me you don't come you don't come you don't come you'll die alone whaaaaa we're out in the field and I don't mind I'll make you love me till the day you die come'on touch me I'm sick fuck me I'm sick come'on baby now come with me you don't come you don't come you don't come you'll die alone |
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1989, The Bridge: Neil Young tribute, Caroline Records (1374/KAR002, US)
[Thurston] cars are trucks they got me on the corner but I'm alright standing proud before the signal when I see the light I feel like more than just a number and I stand by you or else we just don't see the others find some pants ... on the desert (?) but I'm alright standing out here in the hot sun when I see the light I feel like more than just a number and I stand by you or else we just don't see the others precious metal lies ... into the highway... (?) days and night weeks and months and seasons rolling through me (?) I need you like .... a heartbeat .... .... .... .... mirror and .... .... |
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1988, Fast 'N' Bulbous - A Tribute To Captain Beefheart, Imaginary Records
(Illusion 002) Notes: Captain Beefheart cover [Lee] me to you to me thunderbolts caught easily shouting truth peacefully electricity (turn it up) high voltage man kids his night to bring the light to those who need- to hide their shadow deep though it's too bright find the light I know that friends don't mind- just how you glow midnight cowboys steers in black hit the dark road without a map to free seek electricity seek electricity midnight cowboys steers in black hit the dark road without a map to free seek electricity seek electricity lighthouse beacon straight ahead straight ahead across black sea to bring seeking electricity high voltage man kids his night to bring the light to those who need- to hide their shadow deep you are a shallow deed high voltage man kids his night to bring the light to those who need- to hide their insanity you are insanity seek electricity seek electricity seek electricity seek electricity- seek electricity seek electricity seek electricity seek electricity seek electricity electricity |
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