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Şarkı Sözleri Seven Seven I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red Satellites flashing down Orchard and Delancey I can't get laid 'cause everyone is dead Hey, gold connections Analog soul waving in your hair Hey, hylozoic directions She's talking blue streaks everywhere Your spirit is time reversed to your body Stereographic mix up field on field Started growing up the day your body dies Only apparently, real to unreal Hey, stereo stations Perfect image, kneel down Hey, hypo-static information Come on let's hear you turn it around