 Cubicle
Cubicle
The news absconded all
Past duely marked
Of what you wanted done
Been
He walked around his stuff
As she
The manager speaks of him
Twenty five years down
There's nothing there at all
İt doesn't matter at all
The emptiness on his face
Now you've put wrong
The simple moments of
Tempering the night
Stand around m
Of what's involved
From arguments left out
Can't you hear the call...
Treble Charger
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