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we need more and more of sex of pain of burning flesh of tears that fall like crystal caves for the asses frozen in cold cold graves so do it for god do it for you do it for me do it for gasoline this 3518 (sing one song in your dreams) outside panama is cold a white light a white heat a white gold their life cannot exist in pictures so do it for god do it for you do it for me do it for gasoline this 3518 (sing one song in your dreams) (six years in the back of my head and you say equivilance is lost behind green doors behind closed minds but your running running running somewhere maybe nowhere maybe nebraska where everything everything is cold)