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I've used hammers made out of wood. I have played games with pieces and rules. I undeciphered tricks at the bar. But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why. I've come up with riddles and jokes
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Talk of circles and punching out. Looking in drawing circles down. Falling up the south marking ground. Talking out of turn drawing circles down Like Pilate I have a dog {3X}. {Obeys listens kisse
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Eats meat, eats meat. . Look out. Dirty Frank Dahmer, he's a gourmet cook. I got a recipe for Anglo Saxon soup. Wanted a pass so she relaxed. Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the b
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Come to send, not condescend. Transcendental consequence. Is to transcend, where we are. Who are we? Who we are Trampled moss on your souls. Changes all, you're a part. Seen it all, not at all.
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When the Kingdom comes, he puts his records on. And with his blistered thumb hits play. And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup. And lets the drummer drum take away the pain, the pain Brea
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There is a Marker,. no one sees it cause of sand. that has covered over. all the messages it kept. from misunderstanding,. what Original Truth was. And now expanding. in a faith, but not in lov
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Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again. Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah. Oh, hand out, face
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Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop. Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech. As he opens the door, she rolls over. Pretends to sleep as he looks her over She
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Alone listless breakfast table in an otherwise empty room. Young girl, violence center of her own attention. The mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it. Tries to make her proud. The sha
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Do you see the way that tree bends?. Does it inspire?. Leaning out to catch the sun's rays. A lesson to be applied. Are you getting something out of this all encompassing trip?. You can spend you
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On the edge. A windowsill. Ponders his maker. Ponders his will. To the street below. He just ain't nothin'. But he's got a great view And he sinks the needle deep. Can't touch the bottom. In t