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Jets To Brazil

i love my mother for all the things she's not but mostly for who she is i love my father for all the things he's thought but really for the things he

When you drive a nail through all that's good, the carpenter becomes the wood. If my concentration sounds like wreckage, it's 'cause I got a new feeling

In the dream that awakened me, you had come and taken me to a sea of stars. The cat stood in the flowers two ears above. And the ground that was under

we are the high street service trays coming to take you away pasadena 1968 with speed on your breakfast plate aunt cancer calls them happy pills they

Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn'

do you know what would be good right here? some yellow a touch of humility, an original sin or two half the math double the myth they told you to no

there's a sign up ahead says no signs for a while and a line in my mind from a song we both like it sounds like me and you and all we're going through

air traffic control it's me coach-class row thirteen i've got that sinking feeling is everything allright? stare at the wing and think it's later than

know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession a pointed confession really stripped