can see what's can't! they don't have

cheated just to get on byYea, I cheated just

Patrick your breathing stops, stops, stopsUntil your breathing stops,

blew the dust out of the cornersThrew some dead

that boy's a wonderment""No! The kid's a freak"But that kid

could never know what it's likeYour blood like a winter

your black icy stareOnce cut down, my friendOh, your

been out here on this road someCan't help feeling

Is it sinful if you're blueTo cheer up the place?What is

MRS. a MRS. can see

they say that it's a factIf you watch the

bags out on the bedYour closet's all cleared outYou

now I know"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words

jean baby, L.A. ladySeamstress for the bandPretty eyes, pirate

The more I learn, the more I seeThe less the world

Got this bug-eyed girlCold hand on my kneeFrozen teeth chitter, chatterShe's

What have I got to do to make you love meWhat

for a Lies roses in the window boxHave

you, you're a child in my headYou haven't walked

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