Soothsayers, paranoid, strong,
they played in the dice, the land of the land,
wiping the settlers with an angelic feather
who were on their cliff
Trolley bussiness of bosses and nationals ..
your skin one night
and your body was nailed
in the moon the track
I'm now free of alcohol
you crush your voice
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