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You can huff and you can puff but you'll never destroy that stuff. |
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Finally, I see why, I suppose... |
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Kid, you better change your feathers cause you'll never fly with those things... |
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In These Nights... The boys sing - "Hello, emptiness! I heard you're alright. |
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I heard you're alright. |
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I've heard of you..." |
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A body aching, fragile, and pale: dark valleys house its trail. |
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Why can't you see that a life in art and a life of mimicry - |
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It's the same thing!?! |
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The room was crowded, and though you couldn't care less about it, |
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That much was true. |
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That month - another version of this miniature Rome to set fire to. |
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Why did we stop ****ing around? |
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Girls like gazelles graze. |
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Boys wearing bells blaze new trails in sound. |
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I looked up. |
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I looked around. |
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A famous Toronto painter shot me down. |
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"Oh, I've busted my ass on these streets too long," he said. |
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I set fire to the bed and tore his gown... |
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Felt some mercurial presence, hitherto unknown. |
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It was the sun. It was a stone falling through blank space. |
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It was that jewel-encrusted roan getting in my face. |
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Looked across the way to The Princess Rooms. |
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I saw brides and their grooms. |
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I heard the sound of bells ringing! |
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Cinders look back fondly upon a house on fire when across |
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An ocean we go. |
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We row and we row and we tire. |
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Now, step out of the darkness and into the light. |
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Yeah, it's common knowledge I've been doing alright. |
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No, I can't complain. |
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On the Eastside, midwives' lives go down the drain all cause our babies are dying... |
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I lifted the veil to see nature's trickery revealed as pure shit |
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From which nothing ever rose cause nothing ever could. |
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I swear somewhere the truth lies within this wood. |
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I swear, Looters' Follies has never sounded so good. |
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And, win or lose - what's the difference?... |
