The show goes on

No teeth, no fingertips We're walking in the dark here do you understand? Rolling up windows in the summer heat Shimmering sands on your eyes Painted dalias in your hair What came of the door lock Was it unbuttoned one handed All fingertips and no teeth


a lead zeppelin, flying higher than light air; braces for impact. above the one million pound clouds, the sky is no longer the limit.

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