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It's cold, it's raining And everybody's hating me The snowflakes on gallows, that creates the fall sincerity (If I break you now I'll break the fall We had the world and lost it all You lay me down...

we'll light up the segway we'll load them up and ship them out out! out! tonight this poet dies it inkwell has spoken its last words his thoughts were left in fiction and his hope for substance had...

One day we'll crash this van wind up in your attic and with what we learned last night we can never take ourselves away No self control we are blown to the wind and we'll float From state to wretched...