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  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Voices
  • Legendary Pink Dots - Oceans Blue
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Oceans Blue
  • Robbie Mendez & LoaX - Legendary Voice (Original Mix)
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Siren
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Neon Mariners
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Damien
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Maniac
  • Legendary pink dots - Rome
  • LoaX & Robbie Mendez - Legendary Voice(DJKekoo Mashup)
  • Pink Project - Voices Of Independence
  • Legendary Pink Dots - Ghost
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - The Brightest Star
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - The War of Silence
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Under Glass
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Zoo
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Colour Wheel
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Amphitheatre
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Chain Surfing
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Fourth Secret
  • Legendary Pink Dots - Kami Kai
  • Legendary Pink Dots, The - It doesn´t matter anywa
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Waving at the Aeroplanes
  • Legendary Pink Dots - It's The Real Thing
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Neon Gladiators
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - A Distant Summer
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Lilith
  • Moto Clube Faro - Faro 2010-Roger Hodgson (the legendary voice of Supertramp)
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Mailman
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - The Palace of Love
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - The Pleasure Palace
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Puppets' Apocalypse
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Dying For The Emperor
  • Legendary Pink Dots - Astrid & Rope and Glory
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Needles (Version Sirius)
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Premonition 15
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Stoned Obituary
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - Tower Two (part 1)
  • The Legendary Pink Dots - An Arm and A Leg
  • Legendary Pink Dots - Tower Four & Tower Five

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In the wind, in the sea, whispering hate, heresy; quietly accusing me. Voices. Those voices, all I hear are voices. In the marsh, in the sky, firing curses in my eyes, cutting me with razor lies. Voices. The sun steps down to dance on the armour, now rusted and brittle like September leaves. Through the odor of decaying man-piles, I know someone's listening, waiting for me. Christine, you haunt me - you cling like a limpet. The ghost of your pulse hammers nails in my head. We all sold our souls for a handful of ashes. We gambled together, the blame should be shared. In the wind, in the sea, whispering hate, heresy; quietly accusing me. Voices. Voices.