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Deception Lyrics

Lyricist- Jean Philippe Tamba Lutchiana Mobulu

Artist- Burnman

Album-Notes for a Catalogue for an Exhibition

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.We've got our sextant set. We can get there. Yet hidden through darkened seas, pursure it all through degrees. Just a question- does a ship need a destination? We extrapolate hindsight to validate the endeavor, lose ourselves while seeking safer harbor. Navigation requires reference, extrapolate hin.

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