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Babes
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by PEPEPIANO
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NO WAY
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Gym-Mystique
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Like Rocks
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released 24 August 2010
Artwork by Syd Mead
© Syd Mead Inc - tags
- tags: electronic grunge prog space Laguna Beach
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- Track Name: Babes
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Porn in the Pillows
...Martyrs
Cry for You - Track Name: NO WAY
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cut my finger cuz i want blood
yeah im drunk stepping in a flash flood
get that **** holy money honey
it's bout time, bout time
maniac mechanics boasting false teeth for the lepers
they're hysterically endowed, infectious blue eggs for the oil men
epileptic slobber in the champagne of your mother's
the water's turning purple please tell me that we're okay
cars like no way
drugs like no way
girls like no way
sex like maybe but okay
im gone like no way no more no way
drop that fucking cosmic bass like no way
no way, no way
so gone, so gone
Did I go blind or did i swallow the sun - Track Name: Gym-Mystique
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Anywhere you wanna go, its the timing that you wanna know
yeah, you call upon it everyday,
you got a feeling that you wanna stay
Because you can hold on to your hand of dice,
your still welcome in a paradise
yeah, you call upon it everyday,
you got a feeling that you wanna stay
No more love and no more sex vacations, patience
stirred by lust, we're testing transmigrations, patience - Track Name: Like Rocks
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I could return to the salt mines, where the sky told my world to begin
I would return as the bells chime, "if the sun climbs, does it sometimes?"
If I could exist in a past time, who's while would I want to vision?
If all I could soul was your blind eye, In content, I would abide fine
No more drugs and no more braces
I've been swallowed, obligations
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No more blood, we're cut like ancients
You and I, like rock formations
