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If I would paint a love story
In the sky
It would be so gory
We would all want to die
This isn’t just bad luck
It must be a curse
But I do..
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I don’t know howyou can be so hateful. I’ll tell you now, that’s far from beautiful.
I don’t understandhow you can tell that ..
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The walls arecluttered with hideous paintingsof bread baskets and wine glassesand we all drop like flies, our bodiesbroken on the floor, left to decom..
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The angels fall To this place I call a homeAnd terror is allYou will find if you roam
Children hide in cornersAnd the men are a wasteThey brush women..
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Not a single grain there,even the trees wither and drag their roots. The hunger is visibleon the shallow planesof rib cages and cheek bones. Scrawny, ..
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My mind is filledwith images of you and your blue eyes. Of your goofypersonality and charm, and honest ways.And the imageof you continuouslyglancing a..
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You come here to play guitar and singDepressing songs about lost love,About the relationship you destroyed, And you always fail to see what it does to..
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From your eyes the worldis different, people are more than they think, they’re all important. The elements of Earth flow through your bodyinside..
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When you drank the last sipsof your bottle of bitter wineyou called me for tips just after nine. You were swimming in a poolof raw depression.You clai..
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