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BlameColdness does not want you either. It does not want your trembling muscle and pallid skin and hunche
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Paint ChipsThe tension in the room is dissipating / As each calloused finger tells its story / Walls are exhali
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It Was All PinkPink-pitched cry / Where I eat the lights / And the sounds eat me / Get There Get There Get There! /
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Why Are You Outside and Alone?I know the light blue will carry us home. Our destination is hazy and it's blurred but we find it an
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Young and Criminal in AmericaI am listening for / the sky to open up and some divine message / to be whispered in my ear / And I
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OperaI crawl out of the paint to devour your sour stench. That steaming green and yellow slime that falls
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