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"He can't get away with by the time,he gets in front of the jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one. |
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At a little before 5'oclock he when through the basement."Yes or no!" demanded man two bantering humor dry in his throat."Is there more than what she gave you?"questioned man three as a growing flicker. |
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Waved across his eyes. "No!" |
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The space surrounds constitutes a classic climatethis happens to now everyone in the room. |
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You feel traces a dying sound listen to the time of your life. |
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Standstill panic stricken. |
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Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone answers and calls you,transfixed by committed you say "I ain't no guillotine" |
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The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice"what he wants is in the house" the words hung there for a moment. |
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Bending forward she plucked she plucked the ashes from his cigaretteand said something nobody could understand. |
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Nobody could understand, nobody could understand. |
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One moment of irritation you call back "why me?"the vantage point above the streetcan be exhilarating falling back to a perspective odyssey. |
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A track of thunder. |
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Tower lust of decomposed intensity. |
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I am I am |
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I am I am... |
