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all things truly wicked
start from an innocence.
Monday, 20 July 2009
another journey to the woods, the holes where spirits hide.
if i could only turn back the clock to when god and her were born,
i'll give you
shelter from the storm
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i love the feeling when we lift off
lover you should have come over
poor little rich boy
all's quiet and dead on basin street tonight, and ...
they write books about this sort of thing
because of atmosphere.
just had a brain wave
we are beautiful/we are doomed
another journey to the woods, the holes where spir...
the sun is shining but we stay inside
"you can tell jesus the bitch is back"
melt like butter.
hold on to your teardrops
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