The brokenbrained and brokenhearted
Having bled the blues
Tear the world and
The lecture began as a show tune
He has a program
Keep me in charge
And I'll break us apart
No, I don't
I am still, recovered
You almost tasted my ire
She and I
Gravel in the street
Shoestring century of abandoned pride
Remember how we
The sky is gone
A signal passes over me
The Word is
You keep saying, "wait 'til next November"
You keep calling me
Come now, come now
Wakened by fear
We're getting out of here
Getting
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