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There has never ever been a dull moment - we can kiss the highest clouds and name them after movie stars. |
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Your fingers, they're flower pots. |
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And as the cuticles crack the stem comes through, you'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself. |
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Hear me now. |
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After the truth is found there will be a suicide. |
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Hear me now and grant my wishes as sins, not ignorance. |
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Endangered now, with pockets full of oil. |
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All I have left is a face ****ing, homicidal waste of time. |
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Take these roads and take them fast. |
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My legs collaps in harmony with the music and I plummet down forever. |
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I can write the dialogue to a script about your death. |
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I'm walking across 2nd Avenue... I'm tripping across Lexington... I'm falling down Park Avenue... and dying on Broadway. |
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We can wish amongst wish, hope against hope. |
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You have become a new bloody valentine. |
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Over and over again, I've watched you killing yourself. |
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Hold my hand, let's start the decay. |
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One shot in the mouth. |
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You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself |
