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The Restless Atlantic
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A Question of Your Honesty
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
I'm not like them, riding on a whim Costumes melt inside this heat
Some production Self destruction Smoke and mirrors isn't tough to beat
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