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- 08:17 am
“it was only a kiss / now I’m falling asleep / and she’s calling a cab / while he’s having a smoke”
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- 7
- 08:49 am
“this is the working hour / we are paid by those who learn by our mistakes”
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- 11
- 07:45 am
“Life is but a tale of morning grass / Withered at eve”
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- 14
- 01:24 pm
“they gave you life/and in return you gave them hell/as cold as ice/i hope we live to tell the tale”
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- 07:46 am
“If you were queen of pleasure / And I were king of pain, / We’d hunt down love together”
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- 20
- 07:16 am
“have a banana / have a whole bunch / it doesn’t matter / what you had for lunch / just eat it”
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- 22
- 08:50 am
“The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling / Can center both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.”
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- 25
- 07:49 am
“Trip no further, pretty Sweeting:/ Journeys end in lovers meeting/ Every wise man’s son doth know.”
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- 26
- 07:40 am
Short shameful confession
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- 28
- 10:02 am
“Her breath was strang, her hair was lang / And twisted twice about the tree”
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- 1: “this city desert makes you feel so cold / it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul”
- 2: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 3: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 4: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 5: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 6: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 7: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 8: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 9: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 10: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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