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Elijah rock shout shout

Elijah rock comin' up Lord

Elijah rock shout shout

Elijah rock comin' up Lord

Elijah, Elijah

Elijah

Elijah, Elijah

Elijah

He's been a rock and a shelter for me
You can call my rock in the mornin'
Call him late at night
He's always with me
And all my battles He'll fight
When I'm in trouble
I can call him on the line
He put a telephone in my heart
And I can call God anytime
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How to Go Back to One's Old Self in 7 Days & Lose Both Sleep & Self-Esteem

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El Misti's smokey curves

are already fading

in the distance

(or just settling?)

The colors

of a lost world

dimming

under metropolis dust.

Why are dead doves

deader & uglier

in my dystopian

cradle?

Perpetuum

mobile

swaying

between past

& future

- never here -
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Not Dead Yet(i)

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Veni, vidi, vici.
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