carl-stevensonWhisper

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And What are You?You're a liar. / Decadent. A thief. / Harlot, lowlife, general scum. / You, sir or madam, bring whor
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A Man in a PrisonA man in a prison, ‘till death do they part / Burning wood a wedding ring, twisted steel the altar /
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I'm SorryI’m sorry, I’m sorry. / The chorus of voices come from nowhere, / And lead me equally so, / I’m sorr
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For YouAnd you could blame it on me / Y'know, if it was my fault / If I had anything to do with it at all /
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Someone Like YouI got my head in the sand, / but it feels like the stars. / I got things on my mind, / that're too c
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A Bed With a MaidOh what a depressed state of mind, / but I can't help but keep this dumb grin on my face. / I've got
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You...You didn't blame it on me, / but it was my fault. / I had everything in the world to do with it / It
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It's like music.I need your embrace, / your loving arms around me. / It's like sweet music / that I can't help to st
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The Fresh Rain is New LoveThe fresh rain is new love / The sights, / The sounds, / The experience. / And even thunder has its
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