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Şarkı Sözleri Onion lady blows her precious prose And so it goes Kisses to the crying cooks Their bigs in books With baited hooks Chorus: And days away from your army And spend with whimsy kings and slaves A girl of God becomes a cash flower A catalog of gardens and graves Travelers diagram For where I am From where I am Director of visional codes and overloads It all explodes Chorus