Say it, girlfriend, say it. . Well, this is this and that is that. Though shrinks say they no better. But people making love says more. Than any word or letter.
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Adam ant. . My baby says I mistreat her. I don't know about that. I only know when I beat her. She like to call me a -. . She keeps on playing those b-side records.
Ten, dress it up. Nine, dress it up. Eight, dress it up. Seven, dress it up, dress it up. Six, fa fa fa fa fa five. . Hey hey, what do you say?. Had me a woman she ran away.
I must leave but will not. Fear clutters thought. Without I am alone. Learn from what is known. I see you within a dream. All to dark to be seen. In the past we have talked through friendship.
When it rains it pours.. these flooded floors are drowning time to end his course.. you keep on pushing, he gasps for air, ignore the pressure,. keep on pulling, till it tears and life is lost..
Down instead of up, back instead of forward,. faster and faster, begging to stop.. Stop the madness.. Slipping backwards, losing your life,. the whole fucking world, to its knees by this virus..
Uno, due, tre, quattro. . Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi. Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi. Futurist manifesto, futurist manifesto.
Uno, due, tre, quattro. . Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi. Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi. Futurist manifesto, futurist manifesto.
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Legend has it in forty seven. Four thousand bikes met a force of seven. Fourth of July was the time. In a town called Hollister. At the uphill climb. .
Well come tell me your story, I'll tell you mine. Sunday morning communion, standing in a line. Feeling like a cannibal, eating flesh and drinking blood.