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Intro the writing's on the wall. . . Letoya barzini. I wanna thank you. For having you organize. This meeting here today. . And kelly steracki. I also want to thank you. And all the other
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Intro the writing's on the wall. . . Letoya barzini. I wanna thank you. For having you organize. This meeting here today. . And kelly steracki. I also want to thank you. And all the other
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his crayon rosary. Tighter in his hand. . Now from his pocket he quickly flashes. The crayon on the wall he slashes. Deep upon the advertising. A single-worded poem comprised of. - four letters
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I'm staring at the wall. It's swirving in the dark. Like a shade. Shatters me again. Pouring down on me. The pain. Even in dreams. I'll never set me free. The shadows on the wall. It's crawling in
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Barbra. You don't bring me flowers. You don't sing me love songs. Neil. You hardly talk to me anymore. When you come through that door at the end of the day. Barbra. I remember when you
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And all the pictures on the wall. Serve only to remind you of it all. The wasted days we could have lived. Now we're left with nothing left to give. There was a time I really loved you. But when
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carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks. Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick. For the outside,. The small black flowers that grow in the sky. . They drag sticks along your walls. Harvest
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carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks. Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick. For the outside,. The small black flowers that grow in the sky. . They drag sticks along your walls. Harvest
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I feel like the flowers in this vase. He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said. They been here in the kitchen and the waters turnin' gray. They're sittin' in the vase but
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There's a lot of strange men in cell block ten. But the strangest of them all. Was a friend of mine who spent his time. Staring at the wall. Staring at the wall As he looked at the wall. So
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There's a lot of strange men in cell block ten. But the strangest of them all. Was a friend of mine who spent his time. Staring at the wall. Staring at the wall As he looked at the wall. So
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There's a lot of strange men in cell block ten. But the strangest of them all. Was a friend of mine who spent his time. Staring at the wall. Staring at the wall As he looked at the wall. So
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DEAD FLOWERS . ( ROLLING STONES ) . Well, when you're sitting there . In your silk upholstered chair . Talking to some rich folks that you know . Well I hope you won't see me . In my ragged company
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then remembered I. I can buy myself flowers. Write my name in the sand. Talk to myself for hours. See things you don't understand. I can take myself dancing. And I can hold my own hand. Yeah. I can love
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I'm woven in a fantasy. I can't believe the things I see. The path that I have chosen now. Has led me to a wall. And with each passing day. I feel a little more like something dear was lost It
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I'm woven in a fantasy. I can't believe the things I see. The path that I have chosen now. Has led me to a wall. And with each passing day. I feel a little more like something dear was lost It
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I'm woven in a fantasy. I can't believe the things I see. The path that I have chosen now. Has led me to a wall. And with each passing day. I feel a little more like something dear was lost It
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I'm woven in a fantasy. I can't believe the things I see. The path that I have chosen now. Has led me to a wall. And with each passing day. I feel a little more like something dear was lost It
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I'm woven in a fantasy. I can't believe the things I see. The path that I have chosen now. Has led me to a wall. And with each passing day. I feel a little more like something dear was lost It
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tonight. . Baby, they don't need to show. It's over, I know, I know. Baby, they don't need to show. Flowers and football tops, I know. Baby, baby