With its churning centrifugal groove and almighty turbine-roar guitar, the song sounds exactly like the panic rush of an E'd-up raver wondering how and why the rave dream's dying all around him.

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Why, defiantly explains the secretaryess of the treasury, "I ran my department just as I ran my home. I have had everything charged.

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