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A revolving door of ghosts
morphing into new members...
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I'm in a place I can't explain.
A deep, hard to kick sort of pain...
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Today I'm fifty-eight...
Yippee, hurray...
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Rest in peace,
your blood on the street...
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Like honey dripping from a honeycomB
Oh you saw me, there, in the open for yoU...
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I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...
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Gray Spanish curtains
hanging...
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Quite disturbing,
the wrinkles on skin. We drink...
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like pink clouds
preceding the most...
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MARRED
by your hands alone. I offer my neck willingly...
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Te busque por todo lado,
Una ocasión pensé que te había encontrado...
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Death is the calling of a childhood friend
or a neighbors father, chilling sound...