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In we go, out we go. All around and in a row. Always, always steady flow. When we'll stop, you'll never known. In we go, out we go.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
He's dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What's going on?
I am a band that does not perform, sing, or act. What am I?