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Humana Vox

I haunted a basketmaker's shop. Spending days ripping pictures from magazines, taping them to the walls of my prison. I remember walking by the sand,

The critics sit back and burn the souls The classic dies they won't let go LBJ's lonely inked face on a set of presidential matchbooks On the wood of

Traduction: Vox Humana. Seven Stars.

Traduction: Vox Humana. N Une.

Traduction: Vox Humana. Du Millénaire pour le.

Traduction: Vox Humana. Humatic.

Traduction: Vox Humana. Fallen From Grace.

Traduction: Vox Humana. Albion.

It's gonna be a hard hard leavin' (talk to me) Vox humana I wanta feel the power of speech Vox humana Sounds so right so real to me Vox humana You gotta