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The nothing in me. The apostle in me. No interpretation. For the heart of me I can't see right. From my wrong. I've loved so much. That I can't go on It's not my life anymore. Don't speak the t
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"Stutter, stutter", says the little boy. I wanna blow a hole in my head. I swear what this world wants to hear. Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome. Stutter, stutter, silence, no friend "Chi
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I write this alone on my bed. I've poisoned every room in the house. The place is quiet and so alone. Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head. The adult world t
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Between the billboard masturbation. Across highways of metallic isolation. There lies the deafenin' screamin'. Of the millions wipin' out the diseased pages. Of apathy that bleed our innocence Lov
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The more I see, the less I scream,. The figure eight inside out is infinity. The naked light bulb is always on. They make your break complete. Then they blow it to kingdom come Riderless horses, N
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I'm small and I'm tired. I'm blurred to bits and wired. I'm nothing in this universe. Nothing but pieces of dust Appearing in more repeats. The mirror man has seen defeat. Hide away, be old and g
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20ft. High on Blackpool promenade. Fake royalty second hand sequin facade. Limited face paint and dyed black quiff. Overweight and out of date. . 20ft. High on Blackpool promenade. Fake royalt
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Do I look good for you tonight?. Will you accuse me as I hide. Behind these layers of disguise. In the mirrors of my own happiness? I've loved the freedom of being inside. Need a new start and a d
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Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in Technicolor. Bang bang club AK 47 hour. .
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For you my dear sister. Holding onto me forever. Disco dancing with the rapists. Your only crime is silence. . Can't work at this anymore. Can't move I want to stay at home. Tied up to all thes
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In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,. Losing all that I had,. At least with all my heart intact. . In 1985, Orwell was proved right,. Torville and Dean's bolero,. Redundant as a sad welsh chapel.
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Childbirth tears upon her muscle. Very first second a screaming icon. Babies in time barely even recognize. Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips My idea of love comes from. A childhood
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The platitudes they all dissolved. They got too deep, got too involved. The platitudes just interludes. To break the trust with me and you Oh, what a shangrila. Oh, what a shower we are. Oh, what
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Libraries gave us power. Then work came and made us free. What price now. For a shallow piece of dignity I wish I had a bottle. Right here in my dirty face. To wear the scars. To show from where
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The second great depression. Lasted longer than I figured. It stuck around and lingered. Surrounded me and conquered. . The second great depression. Left me cold and withered. In your eyes I se
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I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It must be for the fifteenth time. I've been h
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I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill. . Praying for the wave to come now. It must be for the fifteenth time. I've b
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John Lennon cover. . As soon as your born they make you feel small,. By giving you no time instead of it all,. Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,. A working class hero is something
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For you my dear sister. Holding onto me forever. Disco dancing with the rapists. Your only crime is silence. . Can't work at this anymore. Can't move I want to stay at home. Tied up to all thes
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Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs. Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes. Dead martyrs always take it further. Dead heroes know no fear Living for some happiness. Find nothing that satisfies. Had a beginni
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Been natural. For once in my life. Now I'll have to swallow some pride. Know that I should never give advice. But it's too late now to say goodbye. . Be natural. Don't want any friends. Be nat
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One, two, three, four. Five, six, seven, eight I am the raping sunglass gaze. Of sweating man and escort agencies. 60's Alienation the anthem of care. Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slave
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I am just a patsy. The Oswald in Lee Harvey. Made of my own misery. The footprints of history I am just a patsy. I sell vague conspiracy. I'm slow and I'm easy. And I'm waiting for delivery I'm
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I'm losing all my innocence. Door to the river. I know I've stopped making much sense. Door to the river. I think I'll leave and I'll take some rest. Door to the river All my best wishes are just