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| I found myself in another world I found myself alive and well I am the vapour I am the gas You be the angel of everything This is the land of the living The land of reprisal I lost myself to a wider plain I opened up I'm not the same I am electric-Made of wire I'll the the match you be the fire In myself I try for you Walk a thouseand miles to get us through.. Air waves jetplanes safe landing no branding.. This is the land of the living The land of survival (Bush: Land of the Living) |
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| Cool cobalt hues Once thought never to see again Fingertip's caress Thought to be an impossibility He is the Lazarus man. |
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