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i'm sorry for... blaming you
what a wonderful caritcature of intimacy
she was fixing her face in a compact
this is the price that you pay for the loss of con...
pain... without love
santa baby, i've been an awful good girl
on his face is a map of the world
oh so, oh so tragical
scatter my ashes
you check labels more than the fcc
hold your breath 'cause its all you get
we lie awake and cry
bet you just can't keep up with fashionistas
the bruises and contusions will remind me what you...
can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight ...
keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you
i know he said i'm crazy
your name is cheap
you can cry all you want to, i don't care how much
oh here it goes again
whispers "hello, i missed you quite terribly"
and when your heart stops beating, i'll be here wo...
i want a coin operated boy
tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering cam...
i am not afraid to walk this world alone
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Sunday, December 17, 2006
the bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
i cut myself a few hours ago for the first time in months...
i think i'm paranoid.
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