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[13 Dec 2009|12:16am] |
I don't ever wanna go to bed,
We stay up for the fight,
The champ goes down like a clown in the second round,
I wish we'd had a better goodbye.
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[13 Dec 2009|12:09am] |
life is lies
lies are life
but don't lie to me
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[12 Dec 2009|07:11pm] |
She said "did you think that you were dreaming?"
I said "no"
"Did you think that you were dreaming"
I said "no"
"Did you think that you were dreaming"
I said "sometimes I don't know"
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[12 Dec 2009|06:51pm] |
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Let's screw this one up right
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[12 Dec 2009|06:44pm] |
Nothing lasts forever, except you and me.
You are my mountain, you are my sea
Love will last forever, between you and me
You are my mountain, you are my sea
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[12 Dec 2009|06:43pm] |
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You can't understand that I won't leave 'til we're finished here
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[12 Dec 2009|06:43pm] |
You tear us apart, with all the things you don't like.
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[12 Dec 2009|06:24pm] |
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I'm in the business of misery
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[12 Dec 2009|06:22pm] |
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Meet me... in Montauk
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[12 Dec 2009|06:09pm] |
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God show me the way because the devils trying to break me down
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[12 Dec 2009|06:04pm] |
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Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth
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[12 Dec 2009|06:03pm] |
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It all falls down
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[12 Dec 2009|12:48pm] |
With you on my mind
And my heart held in your hands
Screaming
Break me
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[12 Dec 2009|05:41pm] |
And I'm not going back
Into rags or in the hole
And our bruises are coming
But we will never fold
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[12 Dec 2009|05:39pm] |
I'll do anything for you
Kill anyone for you
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[11 Dec 2009|11:26pm] |
If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face.
Oh sure, it seems obvious now,
but you’d be amazed at how many people don’t think of it when it’s relevant.
Seriously, just punch them in the face and go get some ice cream.
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[11 Dec 2009|10:39pm] |
And their shape
and their hair
and their eyes
and their smell
and their voice.
That suddenly,
these things can exist and you’re not quite sure how
they existed without you knowing about them before.
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[11 Dec 2009|10:26pm] |
The Velveteen Rabbit was about how little kids get
one toy that they love more than all the others,
and even when its fur has been rubbed off,
it’s gone saggy with bits missing,
the little child still thinks it’s the most beautiful toy in the world,
and can’t bear to be parted from it.
That’s how it works, when people really love each other.
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[11 Dec 2009|09:12pm] |
I knew a girl named Josephine
Always said she was sick of the scene
Started going downtown when she was a teen
Getting into trouble, always so obscene
Her lungs were black,
like her eyes and soul
Paints on her makeup with a few lumps of coal
Bragged about the boys
she would kiss and tell
Never knew that back at home
she was living in a hell.
We all heard the stories
that something wasnt right
but we didnt know exactly what happened
to her at night.
Daddy liked the bottle and
mama couldnt stop him
a blow to the face
she would forget what would happen.
Josephine would creep home
ending her escape but
no mater what she did she
knew of her fate.
Silently slinking down the
length of the hall,
her drunk old daddy pinned her up
against the wall
The more she would fuss
the more he enjoyed it
he held her by the neck as
he ground into her hips
Help me mama
the words melted on her lips.
She had to endure
She had no choice.
Are you feeling better Josephine
slurred the mans dark voice.
When he finally pulls away he
gets in another hit
Get your hands off me you
worthless piece of shit
By now he’s exhaused
passes out on a chair
while Josephine’s going crazy
pulling chucks of her hair
Cries to her mom who is
too scarred to care
screaming,
sex with your daughter isnt something dad should share
The next day at school
Josephine sits on the steps
trying to think of a plan she
hasnt thought up yet.
The girls think she’s trash and
the boys have all had her
So I go up to her and ask what’s the matter
Haven’t seen you around though
you do look a bit green
Do you mind if I ask what is wrong Josephine?
The look on her face told me to
hold back my tongue
Little did I know what my words
could have done.
She reaches in her bag and pulls out a gun
I drop all my books as I
break into a run
The kids at the school aren’t the target today
she says in a tone that invites me to stay
as she sticks the barrel in her mouth
and blows it away.
Are you feeling better Josephine?
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[11 Dec 2009|09:57pm] |
I only care about the words that flutter from your mind.
They are the only thing you truly own.
The only thing I will remember you by.
I will not fall in love with your bones and skin.
I will not fall in love with the places you have been.
I will not fall in love with anything but
the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.
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