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I just can't writeI just can't findI just can't write the right wordsit's bitter sweeta choice of needit's bitter sweet this taste of loveI can't desc..
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My mood's just like a flipping coinThat I can't keep from changingSometimes I hold my head up highThen my tail's between my legs againAs I withdraw, a..
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A few lines for my mother, who is fighting cancer.
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I may not be the best girl,that you've ever metI may not be the prettiest,or most considerate at thatI may have a record,that should put me to shamean..
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Take down the wall with a smile,before even placing two bricks,you say, that's what I didbut did I really,with intentions pure?Was what was on my mind..
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If you would ask me if I'd ever see ustalking over coffee on a late Saturday morninga cigarette laying in the ashtraylit but barely touchedbecause we ..
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Well I might as well wear a dress made of glassOr borrow the emperor's new wardrobeTaking on a new name and not telling a soulSimply won't mean that y..
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A lengthy rhyme inspired by the kiss of death.
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Steal, lie, hurt, killFight for hate or shoot for thrillsAnd how darewe allowHow dare we.
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I was walking, friendly smile,Greets me from the other side.I was, thinking, maybe lost,Weighing rewards up against costs.I recalled that, I told you,..
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