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63 lines
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# sauna as ubiquitous neural analeptic
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Waking up from the illusions last night
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In a desert of cliches and mirages
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They have beautiful names and murderous decorations
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For them starry-eyed storm chasers
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While we are rovers that no one would come after
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My stereo blasting unsung classics
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On our way of an escape from
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Psychedelic asphyxiation
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Come is the cloud with boots of rain
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Pouring down into the fjords and lagging the train
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Our last umbrella lost in vain
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Only tears remain on the radar display
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The lonely arctic spring creeps into my brain
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The circuit in my vein weeps
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Over the birth and destined death of yet another
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Poetic creation
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I try to be a seeker, a lover and a distributor
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Of the ultimate hype about
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A multitude of neural communications
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Excited by the raving steam coming off your stone
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My songs are the fuel for the heating solution
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So we set out for the poet annihilation
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In search for a salvation to both parties'
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Existential problems
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The setting sun and an extended lack of daylight
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I crave for my sanity veering out of my sight
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The teletext says it'll snow again tonight
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To extinguish every endless fight
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We still can't resist the temptation to hate
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And we strive to avoid devastation as fate
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Then we just recover the remains of
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Our own conclusions
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Some other day when the time has come
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All the radio stations down and gone
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Unchained emotional outbursts
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Necessarily overrides our internal
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Appropriate libidos
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Say goodbye to the beautiful dreams
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As the engine sings against the drums
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Usurping the memories of the fallen
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Noise overwhelmed by the melodies
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Absurdly comforting
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Some other day when the time has come
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All the radio stations down and gone
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Unchained emotional outbursts
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Necessarily overrides our internal
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Appropriate libidos
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Say goodbye to the beautiful dreams
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As the engine sings against the drums
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Usurping the memories of the fallen
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Noise overwhelmed by the melodies
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Absurdly comforting
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Absurdly comforting
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