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Four corners and a king-sized bed. |
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A china-lamp breaks beside my head. |
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All those fragments on the floor. |
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Who closed that curtain and the balcony-door? |
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The tiles were made to make me slip. |
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Fitted carpet takes me in sips. |
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I should have known in the early state: |
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This room was made to liquidate. |
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Arsenic in a four-star-meal. |
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The law doesn't allow to appeal. |
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Cyanide through the air-condition. |
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L.A. is shaking in its best tradition. |
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I drink acid out of the tab. |
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I carry my face in a plastic-bag. |
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No escape,they owe my fingertip. |
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I'm damned to dance on Sunset Strip. |
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Sidewalk-desserts,automobiles stalk. |
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Lights are orders: walk- don't walk. |
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Paramount pictures from the suicide hill. |
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The angels came up just to kill. |
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L.A. Shaker on the median-stripes. |
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L.A. Shaker on a video-tape. |
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L.A. Shaker in a sushi-bar. |
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L.A. Shaker with his shades on the beach |
