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Hello Darkness my dearest old friend, br
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Chainsmoking these Camels
won't get me nowhere
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A bearded man shuffles slowly through the snow
Almost losing his footing
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The sweet smell of coffee and cigarettes,
Wafts through the little haven on the corner of
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I’ve heard it said that
during a near death experience
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You were askin' 'ow we sticks it,
Sticks this blarsted rain and mud,
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When there ain't no gal to kiss you,
And the postman seems to miss you,
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The day will be dawning when nations will rise
And men who were children with tears in their eyes
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Michael O'Rourke was a handsome, slender, dark haired man of Irish decent, born in the year 1862. He came to Tucson, Arizona at the age of sixteen looking for w
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Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
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As I exhale the smoke
It soothes me down
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When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
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A pedestrian sign's yellow lights flash
incessantly, inexhaustably, insistently:
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What will you do friend,
When your tears are no longer heard,
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There is a bareness in the images
I temper time with in my mind's defence;
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Hollow footsteps, cloaked by night
Of sadness known through tortured sight;
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Green grass, Blue skies
Sick people, Sad goodbyes
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Oh! eternal, ever-present nature
You, the core of all happenings
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My aura blackens
corresponding
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Dear lord.
Here's another prayer
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imagination ejaculation
messing up my mind.
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The clouds swirl,
Churning as the tempest grows.
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I know you thoroughly,
From the first time we meet.
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When I sleep at night I think my thoughts, feel so much pain
Stress plagues my brain, can't recall my own name
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Air raid sirens are symphonies of hate and greed, they are the screeching of humanity on the edge of extinction
Every poem, every concerto, every painting and
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Cocaine is pretty
It glints in the light
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Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try;
Since twelve I haven't closed an eye,
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through our house
was blasting the "St. Vitus Dance" by Bauhaus;
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I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh, and lookedacross the table where the bills were piled too high.The laundry wasn't finished and the car I
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I search through wounds
for something i wont find
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Chocolate-coloured paint and the July sun
like a blow-torch peeling off
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Searching on the streets for his first unaware whore,
With dark shifty eyes and a increasing smirk on his face,
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All around, shards of a lost tradition:
From the Rough Field I went to school
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Brought to foreign borders you will kill the foreign son
Their bodies heaped like mountains through which bloody rivers run
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I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
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