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I'm a sucker don't you believe anything I say I've bought shit since the first day I learned to swallow sounded hollow that knocking all along my spine, my wonderful finite spine.
This spine of mine has marked the time wi
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Sunshine beamin' sand gleaming in the surf
Rest I feet soul feel complete so why
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am i a ghost?
are these hands... mine?
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I can remember when beer cost a penny
I shat upon the shoes of Ol' Irish Lenny
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What...? Did he seriously.... but? All of it?
It's... not humanly possible.
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Damn the pictures
They're just stillness
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Soliloquies to the wind
Nobody listening
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Gonna name her baby Thunderclap, yeah
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Masturbation ain't a sin but
Who let pornography into the picture?
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How vulnerable do you want to be?
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Do you remember the first time you came by your own hand?
Did your young brain change dimension in the spirit of the land?
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who was we tryin' to impress? / that girl in the dress, her face / express to me some kind of heat / i want to be torn down the city street / swept along loves river runnin' strong / wont be so long till i
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cant you see him creeping likea hearse down our street? he's moving slowly and if only he'd slow it down further
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god let it end let me pretend I've gotta hold on the days both new and old
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masturbation is a lonely dance
crampin' on up in a jerk off trance
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have you forgotten how hands felt warm on your middle?
have you forgotten moments heightened to frightening heights by uncertaintity?
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There were many days in the past where I let this suit of biomechanical design
Blind me
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Sick of being afraid? Inside awaits a solution.
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I know they don't believe me
When i speak of softer obscurities
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so you came up like a lion stuck in molasses
powerful but hampered by glasses
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seventy two men sat upon the perch
like finches rifles ready
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Are we at the point where it's okay to write down what's in our hearts, memory, and minds?
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deftly
I tweezed thorn from heart
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red dwarfs dwell in dead molecule clusters
touched by dusts of sub atomic natures
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nada, nada, nincompoop
banana ice cream scoop
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Let's be honest
The architecture in this town isn't desperate
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there's a wound in this painting
a tear though still hanging
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What went wrong?
Whose voice stopped singing songs?
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Mud blood useless drunk
Pussywhipped
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Seek the weight that reigns weightless
Sorrow can't float, but laughter can
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I feel like cutting my throat
Watch (so that I could) blood carry cancerous sadness away in a flood (
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hatred i'm coming home
people, trees, zombies
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kiss me as if your lips were electricity
and i a retard playing with downed power wires
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