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| 1. |
| 2:49 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:53 | 
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sunfighters
locked in right angle rooms watch their lovers sleep face down in the yellow lite keep the balance on a back curve till the war with the nite is over the gods are gone the air is thick you cannot risk the fat fat mama kick armed angels walk the city Iites wait inside their master corpses peeled raw, betrayed and fade and fade as the noise goes over and over the gods are gone the searchlites lick you cannot risk the fat fat mama kick DEAF-DUMB-BLIND DEAF-DUMB-BLIND DEAF-DUMB-BLIND DEAF-DUMB-BLIND DEAF-DUMB-BLIND DEAF-DUMB-BLIND sunfighters locked in right angle rooms burn the heat off with their lovers in the yellow lite keep the balance in a mirror flash till the war with the nite is over |
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| 3. |
| 4:26 |
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theres no hold
the moving - has come thru the danger brushin you turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels its so cold the dark dug up by dogs the stitches torn and broke the raw meat fist you choke has hit the BLOODLITE glass traps open and close on nite flights broken necks feather weights press - the walls be my love we will be GODS on nite flights with only one promise only one way to FALL |
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| 4. |
| 6:08 |
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baby its slow
when lites go low theres no help no baby its slow when lites go low eres no help no he's drilling thru the SPIRITUS SANCTUS tonight thru the dark hip falls screaming OH YOU MAMBOS kill me and kill me and kill me if i jerk - the handle you'll die in your dreams if i jerk - the handle jerk - the handle you'll thrill me and thrill me and thrill me baby its slow when lites go low theres no help no |
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| 5. |
| 3:48 |
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dreams
behind the surface heat upon a throne hold the rolling clouds vacuum slow the bone bring your many da ys down forward before you wake alone for one more glance one more glance one more glance at the death of romance its a lovers graveyard we will never walk the same sweet suffering comes at dawn if we only could remain it was dark before we got there as we were going down there for one more chance one more chance one more chance at the death of romance we gof the perfect seat the kind of show we love we watched them pull the triggers we heard the push and shove danced among the swordsmen before their strike at dawn we danced the dance danced the dance danced the dance its the death of romance |
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| 6. |
| 4:05 |
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| 7. |
| 2:55 |
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| 8. |
| 3:49 |
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| 9. |
| 3:58 |
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| 10. |
| 3:16 |
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