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Ghostyhead (1997) |
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Little yellow town |
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Low tide tonight, low tide little yellow
town |
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Green life teems up from the underground |
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Glows in the dark, sifts the sands of
garbage |
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Reach hard in for the ragged star fish |
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And only her lipstick bleeds, |
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And the color seeds into all your paint by
number schemes |
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What was yellow, what was white, what was
day, what was night |
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And now in soft detective voices the past
rises |
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And follows you in shapes of rain and dew |
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And you walk through the fun house, |
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Those sonic faces hit you like a bus |
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'Till you're knocked down by the doppler
waves of trust |
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And over here I scare myself day after
day, |
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Cube after cube, dot after dot laying down
on the kitchen floor, |
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Tapped into the secret code she's a down
girl, |
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The acid's eating out her mind |
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The altered universe, step right up |
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Door swings both ways and now tattooed
children, two-legged potions |
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Follow us while lightening bugs circle
overhead, |
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While lightening bugs circle overhead... |
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We tear their wings off and memorize what
they said |
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Chasing us across summer and into sleep |
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It's down rain, down time, she's a real
down girl, |
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the acid's eating out her mind... |
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'Till all is new and all is changed, the
altered world |
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Spells out your name, see if it works |
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Road kill |
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What's the matter with it? why's it look
that way? |
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What's the matter with it? what's it
trying to say? |
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What's that on its back? where's it trying
to go? |
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A mystical vision got dressed up one night |
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Locked the door, walked through the misty
porch light |
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Headed over to somebody's house |
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For an occasion long awaited |
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As it crossed the road, vista del mar |
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A big red car |
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Big black tires, nice corvette |
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And the future has not arrived yet |
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Moonlight on the hill, lights up the road
kill |
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Moonlight on the hill, and the future is a
road kill |
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What's the matter with it? what's it
trying to say? |
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What's the matter with it? I just saw it
yesterday |
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The police came, the neighbors too |
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They tried to pick it up, what else can
you do? |
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Meanwhile, somebody's waiting back at the
house |
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For the future to dawn bright across the
sky |
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Moonlight on the hill, lights up the road
kill |
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Moonlight on the hill, lights up the
future |
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What's the matter with it? what's it
trying to say? |
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What's the matter with it? why won't it go
away? |
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What's the matter with it? why won't it
close its eyes? |
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What's the matter with it? who are those
guys? what's the matter with it... |
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Matters |
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What you wish for, what you think |
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The photographs you carry around |
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What whispers to yourself when you're
finally gone |
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What you take when you go |
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Adds up to the big number |
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What you leave with |
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Who you know |
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Makes the big picture matter |
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It doesn't matter if you're fat |
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Wear a helmet or wear a hat |
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If you're sorry or if you're sure |
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Who you are is who you were, who you were
matters |
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So deep inside yourself |
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Looking out at everyone else |
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Think a thing, in a while you meet it on
the street |
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Because it matters... |
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Ah...house across the sand |
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Firewalker |
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Julie got some ecstasy, she laid down on
the steering wheel |
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Love comes to the first thing love sees |
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Love comes to the first thing that makes
it real, makes it real |
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Everybody's been hit, everybody's been
hurt |
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Everybody's been kicked, everybody's been
dirt |
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Everybody had to drive all night to reach
L.A. in the morning light |
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Try to lighten up, want to back you up |
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But you just back down |
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Julie got some brown girlfriend, got it
for a coin |
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Landlord threw her clothes out on the
street in the tenderloin |
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Everybody's been a dog, everybody's had to
beg everybody's been a moth, |
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Been a moth, when she woke up on her
knees, everybody made her say please |
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I was in a wild place where I go, I
couldn't hear you |
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Julie found gOd in a bus station and she
liked it a lot |
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You put your money in the basket that
comes, you remember the first one that you bought |
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Everybody starts out pure, starts out
ridiculous, starts out beautiful nobody wants to be alone |
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Out here I'm all on my own |
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I try to lighten up, I always bear down, I
want to back you up |
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Julie found a sailor boy, sailed off to
the deep blue sea |
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So Firewalker you can walk on me, walk on
me... |
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Howard |
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The spirits of her abortion had
manifested... |
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The spirits of all her abortions
manifested themselves into the furniture in the room |
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There would be a chair waiting, smiling,
the pictures on the wall watched her in disbelief |
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She'd go carry the garbage out to the
sidewalk and come back in and sit with all her children inanimate,
petrified forever |
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A little boy named Howard, everybody knows
one of those guys in school who kills everything he finds, |
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Every little cat, every mouse, every dog,
likes to burn his sister with cigarettes |
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Diabolical schemes, everything has been
conspired, the doors wired |
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That's 'cause those south Americans tied
him up in a chair, |
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He was doing that dope deal, he never got
over that |
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You're just made of words, you're just
made of sounds |
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Ghostyhead |
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Ghostyhead, ghostyhead, standing in the
door |
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You think if you don't answer |
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I can't hear you anymore |
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Chains you hung from ear to ear |
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Finally drug your head |
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But I can see through anything |
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I know what you bled |
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Ghostyhead, ghostyhead, you think that I
can't see |
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The shadow of another girl |
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Each time you look at me |
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People came from far away to watch us drop
you in |
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But ghostyhead the crowd is gone |
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Come back up again |
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Ghostyhead, ghostyhead |
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Come out on the porch |
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There's a serpent caught in a fisher's net |
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Virgins light the torch |
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'Cause who this night would not stay warm |
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By any light they could? |
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You just eat your bread and cake |
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And tell them it was good |
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Sunny Afternoon |
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Walking down my street |
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Here's the room where I live |
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Here's the neighbor children, sometimes
they bother me |
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Here's the window where you left |
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How can I forget to look, |
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How can I forget |
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A sunny afternoon |
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A plane goes by |
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Walking with my cat around |
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It's a sunny afternoon |
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Here's the window where you left |
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How can I forget to look |
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No matter where you move the light |
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Somebody's always got a needle in her eye |
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You can pet her, she won't bite |
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She's been lying very still all night |
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Scary chinese movie |
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And my hands are flickering and the water
turns to tracing paper and I watch you dry |
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I'm an army of stills like you flick
between your fingers |
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You will always make me be faster than I
am |
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There's a banner rising |
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I know sorry when I see its bones |
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We will always end up washed up on the
shore and my hands are flickering, |
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Some one's reading the book over us, |
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White letters cross your trousers, we were
always being dubbed |
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Cloud of unknowing |
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So he dropped the webs of the spider of
heaven down through the clouds, |
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All the way into the pool of blood at the
bottom of hell |
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Far above in heaven a bird flys through
the terrible cloud of unknowing |
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Trust can make a man into a wood, trust
can make a man green |
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An everything that longs to Be |
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Broken and small enough to see |
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To be held in his hands |
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To be a part and yet alone |
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Here he is, reaching for...the speed of
light |
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Here he is, reaching for...the sound of
forgiveness |
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Now wounding 'round the waterfront she
listens for a voice |
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A sign of Mother God, a sign of God the
lad |
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I long to enter you with gentleness and
compassion |
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But sorrow is always an open door |
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I know many days go by and I forget to
look up at the stars |
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I forget there are stars, I forget there
is the rest |
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Thin threads of light follow you around |
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Through the pale blue, down your skin |
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Down your skin |
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Vessel of Light |
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A distant light finds me when I'm with you |
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A distant light knows me when I'm through |
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Once I mistake you |
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For somebody else |
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Mistook you for somewhere, mistook you |
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A distant light that binds me |
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A distant sound that finds me |
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When I'm through |
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True Vessels of Light |
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Lyrics R.L. Jones © 1997 Geffen Records - BMG / Reproduction for commercial use strictly prohibited |
Testi R.L. Jones © 1997 Geffen Records - BMG / Riproduzione per usi commerciali vietata |
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