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SINGER: Tea Party
SONG:Touch
Catatonic listless creature Try to comprehend Everything you've ever wanted Is around the next bend
Don't try to fake it I see you shaking It doesn't mean anything
Look at you, the freak attraction In this carnival of souls Failing all negotiations You'll be the next sold
Don't try to fake it I see you shaking It doesn't mean anything
Now love, don't make a sound Just reach down and touch the ground
Emptiness is almost certain Like an automatic dream You're closing in on the final curtain You're on the next scene...
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