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The sky's full of dirty, aching air, that's burning a greasy yellow and zooming |
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Slowly in on everyone, [untie] these fighting sunsets that will not be fulfilled. |
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The noise on her eyes is still there, even when the retina yields in the strain of |
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The dull, sacreligious commandment of an eye for an eye or a tooth for a truth. |
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Even the ocean is ghettoized now, another dirty alleyway that leads nobody home. |
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When you're so young and full of expectations, you're looking for that perfect wave |
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And when you'd like to ride them all/on. so i ask you from the bottom of my heart, |
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Is that any way to treat your mother? red, red, red river, bloody ocean of |
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Sorrowful memories carry me to the deep blue sea. i hear you. call me. |
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Is it true that virtue fell by the wayside? not even a mark. and who will lift |
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The fog of bitterness, who [will sigh] the tide of regret? who'll avoid the |
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Undertow of sentimental drift? who can live long on poetry and rats? i don't have |
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The patience, but what does it cost on the open market? and who can afford that? |
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I wanna be buried in the bottom of the ocean, like shelly winters in "the |
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Night of the hunter". my hair abillowing, being kissed by the fishes, sushi |
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For shabu. if fishes were wishes i'd have you. i'd have you. ahh, i've never |
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[felt one tremor] that is greed, envy, lust, gluttony, anger, pride. |