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I held my head in my hands, and I trembled. The cries from the crowd and the girl in the camera. I said, in a prayer, a kind of surrender I wished her peace, wondered what she rendered. . Neda
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Standing on a bus stop. Feeling your head pop. Out in the night. On the kind of night. Where you want to be out. On the street, on the street. Crawling up the walls. Like a cat in heat
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Five, six, seven, eight!. . All the time, awake. You're still on my mind. But we were on our own. Almost all the time. . And she'll step away. For a second or two. And I close my eyes. And
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We all sit on the curb. And we stare at the rain in our boots. The car, the clouds, the sky. While Ishmael wraps himself in the sheet again. He'll clench the fists and close his eyes. I don't
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And it starts. Sometime around midnight. Or at least that's when. You lose yourself. For a minute or two. . As you stand. Under the barlights
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Bài hát Changing - The Airborne Toxic Event. All these buckets of rain, I've heard enough about. You say that I lied. I am a gentleman didn't I ask for a place I could stay?. What were we both
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All these buckets of rain, I've heard enough about. You say that I lied. I am a gentleman didn't I ask for a place I could stay? What were we both thinking?. The next part just got in the way
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Missy got off the bus one day. In a crowded depot, downtown LA. She looked around as if to say, 'I'm home'. But I'm home. . I'll find someone to love. And some place to drink. And some time
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. But darling, don't let me in. . A thousand times we've said,. "I'm sorry it's over again". I can't live like this. Or feel like this in my own skin. It all seems so degrading. And the mourning
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half past ten. You say "How are you holding up my friend?. Are you sitting around getting drunk again? ". . And I hear the desperation of those lines. Wasted hours, others wasted time. Uh, yeah, I
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What's passed these hands?. All these drugs and one night stands. So I tremble when I think of she'd do. She'd say something like. "You're no good,. You're like the junkies in this neighbourhood
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And speaking of. Little Miss Catherine. I feel swell, oh well. Because losing you. Was something I always. . Did so well. I guess I just can't tell anymore. And the feeling I get when I see
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reality. But it's more like a terrifying dream. And I'm serious!. It's either whiskey, or a bong,. Or a car crash, or a bomb. I'm serious!. It's the only thing I think. When I wake up in my bed
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All of these grateful looks. All these grateful eyes. All the furious stares and the fretful sighs. . Promising everything. To everyone. We'll be back soon. You're my favorite one. . And
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On the night that we met . You said that you wanted . Something more from me . . And it was all that I could do . . I remember your face, like a child . The way that you blushed and . The way
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The other day when we were walking by the graveyard near the house, you. Asked me if I thought we would ever die. And if life and love both fade so predictably, we've made ourselves a kind. Of
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It's so quiet on this wind swept day. The city's lights are golden rays. Of sunlight on a subway's tracks. Are you mad again?. If you like. I'll take it back. They're just your feelings. I
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It's so quiet on this wind swept day. The city's lights are golden rays. Of sunlight on a subway's tracks. Are you mad again?. If you like. I'll take it back. They're just your feelings. I
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Well I never knew my mother. But I can't say that that's so bad. She was still a girl of seventeen. The night she met my dad. He was just six months out of chino. Trying his hardest to stay
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Five, six, seven, eight!. . All the time, awake. You're still on my mind. But we were on our own. Almost all the time. . And she'll step away. For a second or two. And I close my eyes. And
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And it starts. Sometime around midnight. Or at least that's when. You lose yourself. For a minute or two. . As you stand. Under the barlights
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Missy got off the bus one day. In a crowded depot, downtown LA. She looked around as if to say, 'I'm home'. But I'm home. . I'll find someone to love. And some place to drink. And some time
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What's passed these hands?. All these drugs and one night stands. So I tremble when I think of she'd do. She'd say something like. "You're no good,. You're like the junkies in this neighbourhood
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And speaking of. Little Miss Catherine. I feel swell, oh well. Because losing you. Was something I always. . Did so well. I guess I just can't tell anymore. And the feeling I get when I see
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