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London could as well be made up, and we just don't know because nobody told us16 / No love / No hope / No dream / Daddys car / Lethal speeds / Touch me / Where? Away / Alcohol is
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Swinging from the hangman's treeYou cut me / But I'm not mad / You stabbed me / Who can blame you / You shot me / But really it's my
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Where? AloneSitting, where winds cut through my face / No reactions / Where black and heavy rain drenches trees
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UntitledTo old for drawing / To young for politics / To stupid for physics / To smart for construction / To
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Why the sun doesn't shine at midnightLove is day / Sex is night / One implies the other / But they shouldn't exist together
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Boys and knifes and cigarettes and lonely nightsJust 15; Just pass 3 am / Moma sleeping, daddy working / Minds racing, boy sneakin' sneakin' / Rain
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Life and death of a sex dream, or at least I wished it was a dreamWe made love / I'm still there / You never where
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FloatingI burn and burn / My fumes inhaled / I eat concerns / His mouth numb / But I feel alive / Twisting d
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A dream or the FieldI am standing on a Road / On the other Side: a Field / Kilometers long / I look at my Watch / The Ha
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UntitledI step into a hall / I cant see neither wall / Nor celing / Only clouds / Every few kilometers, a do
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