for hitchhikers in the cyberspace

intro

if you forgot your pass you havent got a clue and access still denied for you if theres no help no enter no exit no opportunity dont cry dont blame your destiny you see nobodys here 4u nobody hears you now what remains is just to try and use your hazy chance of anonymous ftp

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dancing goddess

they dance for fun they dance for money why do they dance to show their bodies or to get rid of them i like the way some people dance to cast a spell summon a rain i saw them once they actually made it happen but when you dance because youre happy you make me happy just like you and i can say among those wizards and sleepy beauties youre only one my dancing goddess noone compares 2u

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Bepa

being a cyborg

he didnt talk to anybody since he got a computer he sat there with his machine days and nights typing and reading and typing again the guy would say if you have noting here to tell then send me email so people thought he was a cyborg if you havent seen a cyborg yet then look at me but why i only have to say now that if theres nothing youre gonna tell then its ok

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Roberto Chalukian - my "virtual" friend

journey

did it ever happen to you to get a message from somebody you didnt know i really wonder if it did and did it happen to you to become friends to go together you didnt know where do we have a map or destination anyway when we think of it and we shouldnt think of it then we turn around and no travelers allowed to do that but we just turn to see that nobody dies in this world the world is a place where we all live together but what we see there is just that to get somewhere one needs a friend

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remember

remember you were talking i still have remnants of your words remember we were playing games today we dont i do remember your sparkling smile but only moonlight images my screen is shading into darkness behind this wall i try to keep my dying hope to hear your voice again and i just hope youd never know how bad it feels to be alone

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homeseeker

to be homesick for me is to miss my orange painted walls the way they were when i was ten im homesick here now im crazy missing them if in a hundred years one day you hear my walls are slightly orange painted please dont think im going crazy lets just know im home again

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