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New York poets Alive and very unwell Ensconced in huddersfield Glowing live on four A snarling back drop of spine chilling dreams Alone in his room Shimmering The full unexpected flavour of Aladin Sane Circa '75 Up Periscope The coast is clear You get away from it all Into a secret hole Go through the gap Go through the gap For a deep and dirty swelling Inside your secret hole Double agents never survive for long What's on your mind Into a secret hole What's on your mind A secret hole From Letras Mania