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GARY NUMAN >> Merchandise Links
GARY NUMAN
Applicant, I am Clean young flesh Cubicles, we merge And me so decent Lock up my vehicle Crack my walls I'm stealing your words And me so honest Someone took pictures Just look at her go Her presence exhausting me Like spectators we are I have no address Who are you Kiss my arse goodbye The show grows rusty Simulate phone call Face to face Newspaper loose talk You wreck my dreams Exhibit 'A' God So few of us left Exhibit 'B'God The problems of death Old sex, unclean Do you need the moon? Recall no names Don't ask 'How are you?' Where's my attendant? And where is my wife? Wait in the doorway While I say goodnight He looks like me
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