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well, while you're in insomnia do a -tragic love- poem
my heart sinks like the titanic when the police knock on the bed when I'm nailing the police woman and she won't tell me the police secrets
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mixing business with pleasure you were always on my mind i lived on church street story two (jose material) knock knocking on Fee and Spirit door seems like something should happen, but it doesn't of course you can't medicate matters of the soul why am i questioning my thoughts all the time (non-selfhelp) Can't tell the truth in a house of lies
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