Dead Man Ray

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You'll be gone like a dustball
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You won't hear the 10 ton fall
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You'll be missing the big ball
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You'll be climbing the wrong wall

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You'll be gone like a dustball
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You won't hear the 10 ton fall
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You'll be missing the big ball
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You'll be climbing the wrong wall

Store it in a place where it's cool & dry and the sun don't shine and the ink ain't fading
Hide it in a closet that's always closed and the key don't fit and the cat can't get there
Store it in a place where it's cool & dry and the sun don't shine and the ink ain't fading
Hide it in a closet that's always closed and the key don't fit and the cat can't get there

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You'll be gone like a dustball
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You won't hear the 10 ton fall
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You'll be missing the big ball
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You'll be climbing the wrong wall

Store it in a place where it's cool & dry and the sun don't shine and the ink ain't fading
(Incorporate, you'll be gone like a dustball)
Hide it in a closet that's always closed and the key don't fit and the cat can't get there
(Incorporate, you won't hear the 10 ton fall)
Store it in a place where it's cool & dry and the sun don't shine and the ink ain't fading
(Incorporate, you'll be missing the big ball)
Hide it in a closet that's always closed and the key don't fit and the cat can't get there
(Incorporate, you'll be climbing the wrong wall)

Store it in a place where it's cool & dry and the sun don't shine and the ink ain't fading
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Hide it in a closet that's always closed and the key don't fit and the cat can't get there
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Store it in a place where it's cool & dry and the sun don't shine and the ink ain't fading
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Hide it in a clos...
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Moïd gaat als volgt:
"We only wonder what's there
Because I don't even stare
Upon your ticket sign on
There is a slow face to dawn
No wonder thougt is still wet
And only dreams about that
Don't wonna find out the rest
Don't wonna pull down a wrist
And there's no ticket asaw
Inside the wanting to cod
And all I do is I stare
For other pieces aware

We only wonder what's there
Because I don't even stare
Upon your ticket sign on
There is a slow face to dawn
No wonder thougt is still wet
And only dreams about that
Don't wonna find out the rest
Don't wonna pull down a wrist
And there's no ticket asaw
Inside the wanting to cod
And all I do is I stare
For other pieces aware

Stijn Vermeeren

Submitted by Stijn Vermeeren at Mon 21 Apr, 2003 12:00 am

Author: ?
Composer: ?
Publisher: ?
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Language: English
Available on: Berchem (1998)

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