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but I, I love it when you sing to me.
and you, you can sing me anything.
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my head is in the gutter
and the stars are overcast tonight
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My headband makes dents behind my ears.
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its scents ever linger
like a stain on the mind.
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it's cold and it's brittle
but it feels just so right
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what goes around, comes around. even in my head.
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I should get you for this.
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I burned down the fire escape.
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beginning in the pit of my passion
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And when I woke up this morning,
God, I missed you something fierce.
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a warning be told on the prepared to read
you may not relish in the following deed
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united we stand, divided we fall.
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can you help me to carry the load?
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hey you, out there beyond the wall, breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me?
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a stranger thing,
the breath of life held tight
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and with all the thoughts so withered and considered she found new ones frighteningly hindered
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olive prances about in her field of gold, never knowing to do what she's told,
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a string of words,
an idea formed in confusion and finished in detest for the block in the way.
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I once knew a girl.
she was unremarkable to some.
by crystalmeth
102 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 13 11:31 PM
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kansas, hold me close and kansas, hold me near
by crystalmeth
62 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 29 12:17 PM
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the photos won't do it anymore
and the words just can't cut it
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the way you dance on your heels makes me quiver, shiver with fear
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honesty was never easy then again, we never thought
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I blame it on the war with its guns and its grudge
We pushed and we shoved but it wouldn't even budge
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Our usual writing just won't come
As the guitar strings aptly strum
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"I don't know why, I don't know why I fight for you this way"
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in a week,
in a mouthful,
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you wanna know that it doesn't hurt me you wanna make sure I'm alright
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When I started this all
It seemed much too new
by crystalmeth
73 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 14 9:28 AM 2008
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I haven't sung sonnets,
Haven't written plays,
by crystalmeth
79 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 9 9:39 AM 2008
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I stuff the pillow under my heavy head And think of tomorrow with thick dread.
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it's the selfishness ; the need for the greed.
by crystalmeth
50 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 27 9:42 AM 2008
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