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taaaaaake me, to the magic of the moment, of the gloooooory night!!!
jeffrey lee pierce, for all his junk n' lust poetry and his ability to channel the best of outlaw country, satanic blues and suede shoe gang rockabilly, could never boast about tearing down the berlin wall with a whistling melody to start a power ballad.
generic hard rock that gave eastern europe a hope and a prayer for big macs and american express cards.
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