Well your individual style
Leaves 'em rolling in the aisles
No one
I'm a marked anarchist
Yes, I'm being totally honest
In fact, just
Yes, you made me whince
You said I'd like to write
Something has come over
I can't make sense of the things
She forgets
She forgets her own address
So to give her memory
Three minutes time
My well will run dry
No need to cry
Her clock hands held the time to Sunday
She said "These
My remedies are back room philosophies
Some protection from the passive
Nervous
You know you're making me nervous
Because I've never known anyone
You must think you are beautiful
You must think you are
I'm ugly oh it's tragic
I'm beautifully sad
Thank god for selfish
I've woken up Crash landed Survived my stint on the
Where is your life you've been looking for
a hundred thousand
Like to spend his days with dangerous deeds
Like doin' his
That deep whining sound
Is a lust for this town
And the
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