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You lack the same storyA boarded up houseall of the cornersnow rounded outmy god you seemlike you've seen a ghostwhen the house saggedand smiled at yo..
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Im not a musician.I'm not a poet, I'm a magician that pulls things out of my a*s. Thats why I can't get consistent work. For as long as I can remember..
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I was a ghost today,walking around hoping you'd notice,having a lot to saybut i lost my voiceand don't see time the same.Most of the timeyou smile mor..
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A pen felt cumbersome in my hand,
just after the sales job
So I quit writing.
Now, winter, of all things
Is tapping my veins
And I'm bleeding ..
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And it hurts,yeah it hurts,and its a long drive homewhat boundus together in this placewhere the weatherall ways dependsbut its clearby the sound of y..
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We lie awake,and sleeping is easyonce Im finally asleep.You had to knowyour great mistakeyou thought you had to knowthat for what its worthI was your ..
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M favorite time of ear is coming,thats when m phone is charged,ou see,I canj't tell the difference between the dry wall and my eyelids,for heavens sak..
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you wrote a note a put it in the ground,light some tobacco and start to walk aroundwith loose change in your pocketsand high hopes for no holes in the..
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Strangely enough I need a new reason to cope whatever used to make sense falls asleep before I do now and when my toes tingle and my legs go numb fro..
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crema
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