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This is one of those classic albums I've always intended to check out, but have never gotten around to actually hearing, aside from one or two (awesome) tracks on Youtube. I will be using this deluxe edition as an exuse to finally dive in...
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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