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Cabaret Voltaire |
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Microphonies |
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Sensoria |
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"Sensoria" _Microphonies_ Cabaret Voltaire |
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His head is not his memory. |
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Visions coming, one, two, three. |
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Trickle up, trickle down. |
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Wearily, we come unwound. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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In hard times, hard thrills. |
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Reaching for the chosen pills. |
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Dragnets will pull you in. |
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Tell you that you're deep in sin. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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In hard times, hard thrills. |
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Reaching for the chosen pills. |
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Dragnets will pull you in. |
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Tell you that you're deep in sin. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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Once you were a lonely playboy. |
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Heading for a simple joy. |
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Trickles up, trickles down. |
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Frankly, I don't give a damn. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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In hard times, hard thrills. |
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Reaching for the chosen pills. |
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Dragnets will pull you in. |
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Tell you that you're deep in sin. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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Her new father, where and when? |
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Reaching for a giddy end. |
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Like a girl on a rainy day. |
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Have the needs to keep it sane. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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Senses reaching fever pitch. |
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Reaching for a giddy end. |
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Like a girl on a rainy day. |
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Have the needs to keep it sane. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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His head is not his memory. |
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Visions coming, one, two, three. |
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Trickle up, trickle down. |
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Wearily, we come unwound. |
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In hard times, hard thrills. |
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Reaching for the chosen pills. |
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Dragnets will pull you in. |
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Tell you that you're deep in sin. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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Have the needs to keep them sane. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
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Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria. |
