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the clouds spell apocalypse the clouds smell the politics i meet so many people, i gave up on names. i figure that's okay 'cause i just call everyone "man" anyway rollin' over, rollin' over returning to the dream rollin' over, rollin' over returning to a dream with the earth agree to circle any and all points can each be the center simultaneously our work continues ending to infinite variable speeds Aus Songtexte Mania