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town, it's another world Where the kid's asleep, and the loans are paid, and the lawns are mowed What'd you think--all the gravediggers were gone just cause one song
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We keep on burying our dead We keep on planting their bones in the ground But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help The rain doesn't help If my garden
I don't care that flowers grow for you and me...and me You don't know what love is till you see her standing there A web of skin and nails and hair And
I know that you cannot be here I know that you are not mine, no Looking out the window at another window I see toenails changing colors Like the
I'm the king's thirty-second son Born to him a thirty-second time Born to him with my hair still on Born to him with two eyebrows on And that's all
Down in Bowery they lose their ballads And their lipped mouths in the night And stumbling through the street they say Sir do you got a light And if you
All of the prisoners serving life sentences Wait for the earth to suddenly shake For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling and For
Walking home from work Stop at the supermarket The condiment aisle A jar of pickles catches the eye Made eye contact with a solitary pickle Bought
You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go Your hair was long when we first met Samson
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I don't care that flowers grow for you, And me, and me You don't know what love is till you see, Her standing there A web of skin and nails and hair A
town it's another world, Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid And the lawns are mowed. Whad'ya think? All the gravediggers were gone? Just cause one song
I know that you cannot be here I know that you are not mine now Looking out the window At another window I see toenails changing color Like the leaves
Down in Paris they lose their ballas and their lipdamales in the night And stumbling through the street they say, Sir do you have a light? And if you