Текст песни: Wire. Boiling Boy.

Gifts of the west winds, dark and deep
In secret sunsets, spaces creep

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Progress with a vision to practice with at home
A schism with an ism to practice with at home
Collision with decision to practice with at home

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He transfered his soul to his imagination

His atoms were excited and he glowed in the dark
The boiling boy was a victim of confusion
But he had the advantage of a cold start heart

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