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Some kind of pain, this way comes. If her love's a gun then I'll stand here stunned.With her mouth'scontempt, Ioutward throwmymind's attempt to build ..
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Yut.
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I don't understand why we are endentured servants to this world. How have we not figured this out yet? I am a product of bad timing, I suppose. It's s..
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Youth crystals pummel my veins.Pumping out the anchors nostalgia brings.Lie me down, tied with the strings.My idle hands still need work.This mountain..
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Mucho love.
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What is it you see?
It's some old seed.
I sowed, long ago.
Meet your bounty.
I am all that's left. Stay.
Demonschip away atthis, "us".You get t..
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I'd like my two feet, two feet off the ground.Nothing so permanent, eventually you can let me down.You don't hear me, no you don't hear a sound.
Ain'..
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For me, it's hard to get over the past.
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A short piece of Ricky's history.
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Running from the man.
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