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Here comes greetings from the fires of dusk from all the places you never dare to walk you never saw the silent battles on beneath your tires and beyond your gardens I was born a walker into to this world I walk. And what’s to miss about the old balled chain imaginary top of the food chain wings I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine I found more life by a burning barrow I was born a walker and so away I walk was born a walker, and in this world I’ve stop Run my friend if you think you are free Duck my friend and cover if you thing you are safe Here comes greeting from the fire of dusk From all the thoughts if never dare to think from all the choices you never dare to make just a postcard from ground level and go on from Thomas Feiner & Anywhen, “The Opiates Revised“ John Clarkson review: “ 'The Opiates' is, as its title suggests, an album of heightened senses. Released originally in 2
