[STORY: Deep inside each single man there is the knowledge about the existence of the supernatural. The knowledge about things neither science nor priests
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are not here to preach And don't want to teach Think about your way Before you're blown away Tales of tales Coming to the seventh avenue Push your head
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the feelings you were sold? Like Manhattan in the fall and all the washed away brigade within the soul How it flickered in the neon by the seventh, And
We are not here to preach And don't want to teach Think about your way Before you're blown away Tales of tales Coming to the seventh avenue Push your
