(S)KETCHES OF (S)PAIN
Keep seeing stars
Where the sun don't shine
Jeering through life
Both giving and receiving
Dead sound in a dead room
Clap no echo pretty isn't it
Wait for me at the crossroads
I hear a rose tornado
Lust lust lust
Bad for the tourist business
Unlike honey
So unlike you
Where the sun don't shine
Jeering through life
Both giving and receiving
Dead sound in a dead room
Clap no echo pretty isn't it
Wait for me at the crossroads
I hear a rose tornado
Lust lust lust
Bad for the tourist business
Unlike honey
So unlike you
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