Words fall from my mouth. Like plates from shaking hands. Smash upon the silence. Of the smooth naked canal. . I'm evil and a heathen. I'm evil and a heathen.
Eleanor, put those boots back on. Kick the heels into the Brooklyn dirt. . I know it isn't dignified to run. But if you run, you can run. To the Coney Island roller coaster.
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Don't be afraid if you hear voices. Or feel the sweet air spoken upon you. Sometimes the sound of a thousand whispering words. Of hope will reassure, show me the future.
Oh well I woke up tonight and said I. I'm gonna make somebody love me. I'm gonna make somebody love me. And now I know, now I know, now I know. I know that it's you.
You can't feel it, you can't feel it. You can't feel it, you can't feel anymore. Feel anymore, feel anymore, feel anymore. . Can't stop, no I won't stop.
You are the latest contender. You are the one to remember. You are the villain who sends a. Line of dark, fantastic passion. I know that you will surrender.
My soul starts spinning again. I can't stop feeling. No, I won't stop feeling. And the fun's not fun anymore. I can't stop feeling. No, I won't stop feeling.
Goodbye girl, because I'm lonely. Goodbye girl, it isn't over. Goodbye girl, because it's only love. Goodbye girl, you know you want me. Goodbye girl, yes I'm a loser.
While I'm away. You can let the mouse go down on you. Let the mouse do what I'd do. If I was there. But you'd better explain. That I have vendetta in my narrow bones.
We are bored, we are married, we are young. On the edge of the city, the edge of Ambrosia. Rolls upon, rolls upon, rolls upon the tongue. . A certain party, a certain cul-de-sac.
You don't know. I sing these songs. About you. You don't know the the Pseudonyms. I assume. . You don't know the the Pseudonyms. I assume. For you.. Are you happy now?.
I wrote your name upon the back of my hands. Slept upon it and I woke up with it. Backwards on my face. Reading forwards to my mirror to my heart. . Twilight omens in my life.
You see her, you can't touch her. You hear her, you can't hold her. You want her, you can't have her. You want to, but she won't let you. You see her, you can't touch her.
Bang bang, Gavrilo Princip. Bang bang, shoot me Gavrilo. Bang bang, the first six are for you. Bang bang, the seventh is for me. Bang bang, Gavrilo Princip.
Freak-girl named Heather, I'm on my way. Countdown, puzzled; the absurd, crazed. All I need to do is fall into your well. Seduced by apparition, lower a spell.