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baby, I'm a ********* for your lovebaby, I’m a ********* for your love / baby, I’m a lover of your soul / baby, I’m a crawler to your door
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Oct 11, 2011
Bob Said It's Johanna, Not Louise.it's too bad, / blowing on the harmonica / that he's found
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Oct 14, 2011
coward.cowardice / in the blood / on the sharp edges
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Oct 13, 2011
dear, mom.more, more, more / what’s new in your / nine to five, “I’m so high” life?
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Oct 2, 2011
familiar.In corners of my mind that should be unoccupied I find you lurk. / In crowds of people, unfamiliar, I see your face. / Fleeting usually, please stay.
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Oct 2, 2011
greed and lust and passionate fervor.what is it that I’ve got to do? / tell me, love, and I will. / what is it that I've got to do?
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Oct 7, 2011
hop-scotch on starsthere’s a story / that comes down the line / from those that have forged
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Oct 8, 2011
if I could be that fairyI’ve figured it all out / that I love the stars, / but I love you more
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Oct 10, 2011
It's all within reason.it used to be / that shampoo didn't seem to cost $50 / and that deodorant wasn't so hard to come by
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Oct 7, 2011
like swan lakelast one / lit and burnt / slowly
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Oct 5, 2011
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