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wear me out
i’d pay to see you frown i’m pleased to please ya

Are
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your weight
in gold?
‘Cause you’re behind my
eyelids when I’m all alone.
Hey stranger, I want ya to
catch me like a cold. You and
God both got the guns. And
when you shoot, I think I’d
duck. I led the revolution in
my bedroom, and I set all the
zippers free. We said, “No
more war! No more clothes!
Give me peace! Oh, kiss me!”
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hurricane.
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MEMORIES
he was the congregation’s vagrant
storm. Hey, they will
never be the same. A fire
in a flask to keep us warm. with an unrequited love She Was The Youngest
‘Cause they know, and I
know, that they don’t look when your passion’s Of The Family
or sound like me! exaltation, then finding refuge is and the last to be let go when they
Oh
I’d confess,
I’d confess.
not enough decided they would try and make it on
their own
In a room
When July
where I’m blessed. But he
didn’t come and speak to me,
oh memories, where’d you go Became
or put my heart at ease. And You Were All I’ve Ever Known December
I believe that, half the time, Their Affection
how I miss yesterday and Fought The Cold
I am a wolf among But They Couldn’t
how I let it fade away
the sheep gnawing at Quite Remember
the wool over my eyes.
And it was
beautifully
when the money
What Inspired
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depressing
like a streetcar lost momentum
named desire.
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for their love apple of their eye they were young and independent and they thought
that had started they had it planned should’ve known right from the start, you can’t
growing tired predict the end
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of my hand. if i ever leave i could learn to miss you. but
“sentimental boy” is my nom de plume. let me
save you, hold this rope. i may never
sleep tonight. as long as you’re
still burning bright. if i could
rade istakes
for sheep. count me away
before you sleep. so i’ll stay
awake ‘til i trade my mistakes or
they fade away. i feel marooned in this
body.deserted; my organs can go on without
me. you can’t fly these wings. you can’t sleep in this
box with me. so let me save you, hold this rope and i’ll pull you in.
‘cause i am an anchor. save her or feel it sinking in. let me save you, hold
this rope. i am an anchor, sinking her
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 THE C A L EN D A R
they said, “if you don’t let it
out, you’re gonna let it eat you
A lway s

asleep in the hive, i guess all the buzzing got to

is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends. and i

ex on the calendar. summer’s on its deathbed. there
tears taste. oh, the way her tears taste! put another
of faith. pray i could replace her, forget the way her
me don’t talk anyway. feel like an ambulance chaser
away.” well, i’d rather be a cannibal, baby animals like
line. and obsession called while you were out.
me. well, i’m still alive. at night your body is a
call it a second chance. but when i came back, it
was more of a relapse. anticipation’s on the other
when the world gets too heavy, put it on my back
I'll be your levy

you are taking me apart like bad glue on a get well card..

but it was always you falling for me

now there's always time calling for me
I am the light blinking at the end of the road
blink back to let me know
I'm a fly that's trapped in a web

symphony. and i’m conducting.

but I'm thinking that my spider's dead
Peduncle
oh, lonely little life

I could kid myself in thinking that I'm fine.. Stipule

I'm skin and bone
just a cane and a rusty throne Petiole

oh, the castle's under siege Leaflet

but the sign outside says "leave me alone!"

Cane

back to life. but only for you. the world may

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I Was Fine, Just A Guy Living On My Own. Waiting For The Sky To Fall. Then You
Called C Changed It All, Doll. Velvet Lips C The Eyes To Pull Me In.
NEARLY 

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We Both Know You’d Already Win. Oh, Your Original Sin. You

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Fooled Me Once With Your Eyes, Now, Honey. You Fooled

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Me Twice With Your Lies, C I Say.. ..Sarah Smiles
Like Sarah Doesn’t Care. She Lives In Her
World, So Unaware. Does She Know
WITCHES
h (Ever Since We Met...) 

smi are
That My Destiny Lies With
c
Her? Sarah, Oh,
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my wingtips waltz across f r o m t h e s t a r t . i t ’s n e v e r

does naive wood floors. they silent. ever since we met,

sarah
creak innocently down I only shoot up with your

SARAH k e does
SMILES t h e s t a i r s . d r a g m e l o d y.
my percussive feet serve
perfume. i t ’s
thing that makes me feel
the only

li
cobweb headaches. as a as good as you do. ever

n’ matching set of marching since we met, I’ve got just

les t clocks. the slumbering one regret to live through.

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Say.. apparitions that they’ve and I regret never letting
smi re come to wake up. here I you know that that one
All Aside, But I

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My Pride You Cast It am, composing a burlesque regret is you. how does a

a r out of where they rest heart look if no one has

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I Think I’m Right, You Strip Away
My Time You’ve Left Me Blind! C When their necks. sunken in noticed its presence? and
their splintered cradles where does it go? trembling
Too. C It’s Killing Me Inside! Consuming All and ramshackle heads. hands play my heart like
Sit-Around-C-Wait-For-You. Oh, C I Hope You Do they asked for it. as a girl, a drum. but the b e a t ’s
Babe. I Don’t Mind, Take Your Time I Got Things To Do Besides you have set your heart gotten lost in the show
Really Hoped That You Would Stay But You Left C Went Your Own Way, on haunting me forever • • •
Sarah. Are Saving Me? Waking Up To A Kiss C You’re On Your Way. I’d
You
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