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MorroMorro Bay, like morro rice / you put the black into my blackheart / a scream for freedom
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Jan 3, 2014
Mudsoaked Wood Folkmudsoaked wood folk / climbing trees cause trying frees / naked hopes in robes they choke
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Oct 29, 2013
Freedom Is A BicycleFreedom is a bicycle / she wears her name with pride / she picked you up and fixed you
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Oct 29, 2013
Wouldn't It Be Nice If We Were FreeDead trees miles and miles / dripping ink all the while / and you said to me
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Oct 1, 2013
Snow Called LustIn the sacred palace of our dreams / the only place we often meet / the Snow is called
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Oct 1, 2013
Slowly SinkingHandled / she felt with care / and sank in emotions
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Mar 18, 2013
JaySweet-faced Jay / just-want-to-help-the-girls-Jay, / call you before the sun comes up,
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Mar 18, 2013
Burritos At Noon In High HeelsSweating like pigs / we avoid everyone's gaze / because in the world I grew up in
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Mar 18, 2013
I Am Darkness*I've got dreams and they've led me to you / won't say much but they're pretty bad too / you don't have time but you know that I do...*
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Mar 17, 2013
Bruisedtwice thrice now / the eyes they kick / and beat against
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Aug 1, 2012
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