I suppose you want it outta sight outta mind
we all
calling clov you were the first to go
respond respond already
riding out east to find out the written word
i've run
davie come out now or can't you play
mr. music police
outside there's a war
it's a little bit cold out there
so
i am nikita up in space
beautiful to know this place
one
you've misunderstood your soul will tell on you don't turn
a starry destination is where we we're going
you heard me
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