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			Chinois faces, to arms we sleepGaslight ages presume a mortal thief
 Unstrung the feathers on waxing soon
 For everyone pitching back
 Tout le monde, it's just like that
 I'm fancy free on Eerie street
 Guess you're with me
 
 Sure, we're gonna make it alone
 No one can break us and own
 This sullen pair, the dagger queer
 The opry bests, the vested gears
 Since ghosts tend to wait on home to do their bleeding
 
 Chanois faces, with cast aglow
 Stake the races that roll pure dynamos
 Servile like potters, the vanquished boast
 Of everyone that's carried back
 Tout le monde, it's just like that!
 There's no appeal, no deco zeal
 No grand design
 
 Sure, we're gonna make it alone
 No one can break us and own
 A purse that flows, and failing east
 It's you that knows this moving feast
 Skyward, look for what's left
 Friends recess, fresh heirs disown
 
 Gaslight at home, where there's a known unknown
 
		  
		The Mandarin 
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			WPC: 'Neath the Darkest Eves: The Complete Sessions
			Ogilala
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