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Red Tailed Fox Striped Jewelry Box
Red tailed fox striped jewelry box, / but these jewels shine of coal. / I keep trying to feel,
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Oxymoron
I'm like a genie, but I won't grant you three wishes. / I'm an estimation without the guesses. / See, maybe that's my problem
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Mrs. Rip Van Winkle
Open up, Eyes / I've given you the prize / to see again.
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Outsider See's The Devil In Us All
Candy cane soldiers / roll her down like a boulder, / Her wet cheeks nearly speak
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Bandaid
Who dares intrude my solitude? / Loftily peasant, don't be rude! / Don't make me say
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Father, I have sinned
Father, I have sinned. / Ive compelled myself a mate and painted my body gold, pure and metallic and let him hang me around his lacey neck like a chained noose. / Father, i have sinned.
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Suppose
Suppose dreams do come true / Suppose life was lived for you / Suppose that doesn't seem far off.
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Self Serving Infidelity
I cant tell a lie, not as well as some. Regardless of what words come out, my eyes will be rather lazy when it comes to hiding distress. / What impresses me is jest, you still have not noticed, and for that i owe you. I'll mark the debt in my little check book inside my head, jot it down like the others, put it aside and pretend it tended forth some tangible result. / Now all is overflowing, the pages ripping and crimped. Used up like the excuses we made to sway away rependence, but the only sorries given are the ones saved for ourselves. Poor modern-generation children, they really let us off the hook. Tucked us in to sleep soundly in feather down little beds resting our little heads, crying over little spits we regretfully didn't have the guts to spat. All told to hush up and pretend, fall to slumber and sleep and forget. Refrain,
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Keeping My Innocence
Whats near from aloof / when more is less? / I play on the streets
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Lonely Marathon
The weight of these demands / drag my ankles. / Each mile-marked flag is a shank in my back
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