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Thought of You
02:28
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if i held my breath each time i thought of you, i would die
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Phony Dreams
04:51
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i had a pony but she died, she did.
i had a pony dream,
i had a phony dream.
where did my pony go?
i lost my love and now i am so sad.
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In Vain
03:04
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maybe my life will be in vain
but oh my heart will stay the same
well i got curses on my name, yet every day i stay the same, for you to blame, it's just a game
it's all the same
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Head Down
02:56
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keep your head down for the dyke on a run
once you stop looking at her, she can have fun
she's eating pies and locating scum–
giving them the talk, you know the one.
wearing platforms that weigh a ton.
the dyke on the run says,
"hey there, hon. what's your moon, baby, what's your sun? i'm out here looking for the special one. i'm out here looking for the special one who'll tie my shoes and share my crumbs. come on now, don't play dumb... now hold your head, hold your heart. now hold your friend's hand, now hold your hand."
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Some Kind of Lucid Life
03:07
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My, my, my
juggling love and love on stilts
living some kind of lucid life again
finding it happening, and going, too
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Lick the Wound
04:08
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Dear Lord,
Thank you for blessing me with another day on this earth. You bring me to and from, swinging on the pendulum between heaven and hell. I realize it is all the same – you give me life, I give you lust. Ecstatic, I thank you for it all: the nausea and the growing pains, the tickled brain and tired limbs. I try to be subtle in my vain, and again, I am humbled, again and again. I try to be careful with my words but often they won't serve me.
For I am using God's tongue to lick the wound, not the universal clit.
Dear Lord, thank you for giving me faith and forgiveness. I dare not lust for more.
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