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My throat was dry the burning sand the scent of violet i knew what it
Was the scent of violet i knew what it was no cross left to bear there i awoke
On my back asking myself the sane question pushing my self beyond my existence
Rise magic show rise there i would roam with my dog tequila

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Composition: Bill Laswell, John Lydon, and Today Is the Day

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