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YearnI know now. Redemption hangs in the balance between the fertile crescent and the great pyramids. / T
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Classical ConditioningI was conditioned by your conditioner / Cleansed over again by your tears / I wept over your likely
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The World is For the BoldDoubt pours out of the water spout, / which is connected to my face. / So I shut it off, / And like
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Forget MeForget me, forget me. / Let me soar ,and shackle me not to this celestial pit / Let me be, let me be
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TonnageAnd it begins. / The re-emergence off my sins. / The wolves tell me to walk their way. / The governm
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Marketed LifetimeLabor and labor, / Stay away from your neighbor / For they can teach you right / Grind and twist / W
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Her SpineI miss the feeling of her spine like the mud misses its swine. Essential and right, rotten and ripe,
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The Day I Met LoveI've always known it to be true, that love was shackled and sentenced to death by monogamy, the wret
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DreadDread is what I feel when I force conversation to escape my lips / Dread is what I hear when I hear
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Manic FeetThe windows to her soul are more like packed out group homes / Where young hope goes bitter as they
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