Algeria Touchshriek

My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have
inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that

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Hannah you're with me in spirit wherever I go To the ends of the earth and all points between high and low Each night by the stage you appear as you are The

Lasciami qui Io sto bene cos? Perch? voglio ascoltare in silenzio La vita che Scorre dentro di me Non mi perdo nemmeno un momento Tra ipocrisie Quelle assurde manie Che ogni giorno rovinano il mondo A volte sai A ciascuno

I can tell I can tell how much you hate thins And deep down inside You know it's killin' me I can call Wish you well And try to change this But nothing I can say Would change

There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away The whinin' of

I feel a hunger It's a hunger that tries to keep a man awake at night. Are you the answer? I shouldn't wonder when I feel you whet my appetite With all the power