| Nu-Clear Sounds
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| Death Trip 21
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| The story of a man who did never exist
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| Lord of the skies died
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| With no look in his eyes
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| Sleep walked into the afterlife
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| Died in his sleep
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| His face incomplete
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| You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff
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| Don’t let it get under your skin
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| I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass
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| You died in your sleep
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| Your face incomplete
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| One million miles away
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| My thoughts afloat in speculation
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| You fill my dreams like sandman
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| With the taste of hedonism and death
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| One million miles away
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| My thoughts afloat in speculation
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| You fill my dreams like sandman
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| With the taste of hedonism and death
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| Your dark resolve to change your face
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| On the eve of your death and resurrection
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| Heavy with sleep deprivation
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| By death and power intoxicated
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| The story of a man who did never exist
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| The surgeons have died
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| Found in barrels at a building site
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| Found dead with their nails ripped out
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| He died in his sleep
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| His face incomplete
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| One million miles away
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| My thoughts afloat in speculation
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| You fill my dreams like sandman
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| With the taste of hedonism and death
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| On million miles away
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| My thoughts afloat in speculation
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| You got a taste
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| You’re playing with the dark stuff
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| Don’t let it get under your skin
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| The world’s overpopulated
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| Fucked up anyway
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| You’d hate to think you were missing the fun
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| Don’t let it get under your skin
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| The world’s overpopulated
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| Fucked up anyway
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| You’d hate to think you were missing the fun
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| The story of a man who did never exist
|
| Lord of the skies died
|
| With no look in his eyes
|
| Sleep walked into the afterlife
|
| Died in his sleep
|
| His face incomplete
|
| You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff
|
| Don’t let it get under your skin
|
| I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass
|
| You died in your sleep
|
| Your face incomplete
|
| One million miles away
|
| My thoughts afloat in speculation
|
| You fill my dreams like sandman
|
| With the taste of hedonism and death
|
| One million miles away
|
| My thoughts afloat in speculation
|
| You got a taste
|
| You’re playing with the dark stuff
|
| Don’t let it get under your skin
|
| The world’s overpopulated
|
| Fucked up anyway
|
| You’d hate to think you were missing the fun
|
| You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff
|
| Don’t let it get under your skin
|
| I seen your eyes in the bottom of my glass
|
| You died in your sleep
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| Your face incomplete |