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it's hard to hug a ghost
. . . me tenir ce que la mort vient. . .
. . . . . [hold me til' death comes ] . . . . . -
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darling dear what have you done your hands and face are smeared with ( Read more... ) -
tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, "where is the love?"
( rise and shine all you golddiggin mothers are you too good to tangle with the poor poor boys ( Read more... ) -
turn the radio on turn the radio up
only
im not able
to hold onto
somethin
as
insubstantial
as
thin air
oh how you've misused me., my museum mouth -
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i'm done
i quit
this is over
bye -
spiritual cannibalism
in time and space everything and everybody counts, not just the contact we think we have ( Read more... ) -
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and then there will be silence
and there's nothing left to do
it's just getting colder
three days. . . -
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"you robot, you emotionless bitch ( Read more... ) -
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as i was saying
i can't wait
to see you
i know who's
driving me home -
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here we go ( Read more... )