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Cries Too Hard
Torch the moon, burn the schools. She wrote in red on her bedroom wall, "Nothing's pure". The paint runs to the floor. . She laughs too easily and cries too hard.
Coming Over
Can you divide the meaning. By the number of your words?. The money in your pocket. By the masters that you serve?. . It's not the destination. It's what's around the curve.
Chunky Chunky Air Guitar
She came from the Cocos Islands. With a limp and a snow-shaker, huh. Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor. . He said, "You ain't get's nothing. 'Cause nothing gets made by Koreans".
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