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| So what happens now that I killed God? I mean... am I god? And if possible, can you answer without Bowie lyrics? | |
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| I'm beginning to suspect I might have crapped my pants. | |
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| I said I think this rock is grand. Say I'll be your man. Don't bring me down, don't bring me down. | |
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| That's it! I'm going back to the city. Fuck this God-valley and fuck you, David Bowie-reaper! | |
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| I'd rather be high. I'd rather be flying. I'd rather be dead or out of my head than training these guns on those men in the sand. I'd rather be high. | |
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