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Your vile sawed in half
Exudes a demigogic school
And your little bit of dropper down
It lows and reaches up...
And I pray, and I pray
And slowly rise upon my knees
And praise the little bit of dropper down
That hardens in me
I'm wishin I could feel but I know
I know it's bigger
Cuz I know even though my pride's growin'
I could fall
Take it through the eyes like men
Your scared of what could come
Cuz I know my only pain comes through the eye
Through the eye
Wishing that I could feel it but I know
You can take yours
Cuz I know it's a runaround like a chump
[inaudible gibberish]
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I coulda swore I gave my wedding ring to you.
Among the chewing gears you taunt me tear.
Elements are still alive to shake from ear to ear.
Pez are gonna let it slide gonna burn what cotton decides are apelee.
My main oven drive he took from under what's come over me
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crawling blue mice bore holes through my walls
you were the best thing in my life 'til now
heater moves, puts warmth in my heart
and stops without a word
mouth full of your face & truth
and I've been waiting for a man like you
I waited, seated, a year or two
your scowl was alone
you were in love
but you are in love
you were in... you are in...
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Knee crawling alive and tasting another way for lies to take it in yeah.
Listen kid your face is like porcelain worrys.
Life is like a gardener. Life is like a.
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(Intro from Holiday Inn by Gene Simmons:
"I know you write me sexy letters
And you send your pictures for my wall")
With a will to learn
Just wait for cheap lil' bastard burn
To hide behind the face
Must destroy disgrace
You disgrace me
Now you know what it's like to cry
Creepy Crover
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The river where your legs meet sprouts wings and rus and crawls and kicks and now speaks.
The feelings I get now are close but I doubt they could ever compete.
I remember drinking Kool Aid its odour and its taste and drinking 7-Up to get well.
A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed, and playing with parts of my self.
And now you're so forgiving.
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Alien mouse comes,
Tyre vision headboard. Yeah.
Walkin' bright simple.
Come on, honey, green. Song.
Rollin' on wine
Think I'm smellin' love.
Pan in preparing the sinner,
There's a place called Taco Red
And a pier.
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Agonizer times ten your earther again. Sometimes the bad things are felt from a bad place within.
The thundering heart hole, a stone, the strawberry mark. The clothes of the body,weeper mind sifter, galore.
The sideways eyes on the floor. Matlock.
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Paw grant me its wisdom oh yeah. I felt your resistance and distance of heartfelt relief. Exis par exis tone. It waits nothing ever you never.
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Ever since my accident
Overthrown to her lips
And it's wild is the wild
Well I stand all alone like a tree
All alone I stand
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Repelled by just the sight you take me you feel me coming on. It repels the big strong man. Now you want to take me for everything I am. Gotta word that's coming up coming up my throat. It's a long ass word, gonna make me choke. I like to hold my pride right in between my hands so I can feel it hang.
I could have hoped for a better piece of your man. Better times I wrote for glass, less, wind.
From both behinds in back, we're reaching one of each, in time. Heart like a picture to be.
Hardly, we reach.
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One tenth of her.
I feel her talking thru my stand-up hairs.
Which of you, or does he touch them, or is he daft.
It's hard boys. Alone and old, it's really like her,
it wears her clothes, I might be, I might be.
But you're not me and you don't know
I'm back in the mine. Don't be afraid my love for you to die.
It stands its ground as i stand mine.
The ex-flesh of the temperature, I'm just as
beautiful as your light allows.
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Lip tight its prophecy sealed wafer wise come dancing caged and small in its cavity. But I can feel your heart beat its shape in my hand. Pounded air patterns convey messages you're the brother sended/to the brother soul yet. But my wounds don't heal.
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The seeded truth be bare, my dear. Those sub-dun potterys come over quite clear. Those who see both left and right and claw excive dry bodies for a god to call and I can leave your handy.
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Into the pill I go
Would you save yourself?
Still
(Thrown at) your wish it
(Wanna) like a (like a)
Bit of
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Candy-O, I need you
Sunday dress ruby rings
Candy-O, I need you so
Could you help me in
Purple hum, assorted cards
Razor lights, you bring
And all to prove you're on the move
And vanishing
Candy-O, I need you so
Candy-O, I need you so
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