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By Coil, Ground floor perfumery,
stationery and leather goods,
wigs and haberdashery
kitchenware and food...going
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By Coil, A white rainbow under an unquiet skull
(A roaring aura)
(A tremulous
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By Coil, Pay your respects to the vultures
For they are your future
Our
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By Coil, God told me to do it
God told me to
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By Coil, (The key to joy is disobedience
There is no guilt
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By Coil, Wise words from the departing
Eat your greens, especially broccoli
Remember to
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By Coil, Looking upon it with a sense of dread
Facing it with
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By Coil, Does death come alone or with eager reinforcements?
Does death
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By Coil, - We've gone too far. We need... we haven't really
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By Coil, I am Angie Bowie
I am Angie Bowie... no! [repeated]
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By Coil, And the tiredness is still here
And the tiredness is
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By Coil, Oh rose, thou art sick
Seduce... let loose
The vision and the
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By Coil, There's honey in the hollows
And the contours of the body
A
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By Coil, I am a queen of the circulating library
I have declared
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By Coil, I love you too with all my heart and soul.
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By Coil, Rose, I hear your voice near to me
I've put away
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By Coil, Just say...
Just say "aah"...
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By Coil, Something
Something
Something
Something
Something cold
Something cold
Something old walks this way
Something cold
Something old
Something cold
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By Coil, Something (repeated)
I know why the birdcage sings
It's wrapped its song
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By Coil, (In live versions only:
I'm waiting for the crunch of another
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By Coil, Was all in vain, or did you cry?
No need
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By Coil, Construction of disasters
Our words not properly fixed
Oral fixate
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By Coil, Now the dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still
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By Coil, On the sea coast of Tibet
Egyptian Aztecs are arriving
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By Coil, Derek Jarman, Derek Jarman to airport information please.
[From the film
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By Coil, Dark they were, with golden eyes
Brought golden books from darkened
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By Coil, Triple sons
Triple sons
Triple sons
Triple stuns
Triple suns
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By Coil, Where are you?
Are you hiding from me?
Are you still looking
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By Coil, Peter, a friend of mine's just committed suicide.
He was a
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By Coil, A sleeping explorerhis wandering mindcrossed over the bordera mind like