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A faulty little ragtime jam.
What does it mean to be in the arms of a Lover? Is it a sense of security, of selfishness redeemed? If its the latter, I must disagree, because none ...
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You'd seem so stunning.
Just a let down chelsie without a smile to call her own.She never was much for words, and usually a sigh accompanied a stranger's moan.Does it mean much to you ...
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Pawnshop Delights.
See the set up in the false wares store? What you get there you'll want some more, its a hollow feeling that everyone loves to buy. Dig into your checkbook ...
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A Melody for Ezekiel.
Ezekiel never had much for family, just a father drunker than hell half the time. The preacher at the Catholic church, always found a way to make his day worth, ...
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A San Fransiscan Fire Rag.
The city's burning, the city's burning, we're all still dancers without a hall. The world keeps calling, the world keeps calling, but we're too damn loud to notice our own ...
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Lets sing the body Necropathic.
Don't you care to know, how old Tommy's doing these days? Well last week he was gunned down by his namesake. It was a pretty little murder, with Hollywood trimmings, ...
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Louder than, better than.
The night shared its fleeting dominion with a chilled, moist air that left no house free of its piercing presence. The sky glowed from distant storms and parting clouds catching ...
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Blame it on the mute one.
The mime smiled while he bled from a thousand holes in his stomach. A cloud white suit exploded into a field of red poppies, all blooming and sharing their petals, ...