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 when i first looked in your eyes. i had this feeling inside. when you first looked in my eyes. i still had the feeling inside. There are no... [read more] |
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when we are apart a storm cloud rises in your eyes but when we are... [read more] |
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i dedicate this to the coopmans family. we all wish she was with us. little girl that i did not know why did you go? why are you on this... [read more] |
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Bleeding! Sitting in a darken room with cuts on my wrists. My nose bleeding my legs sore my headaches. How did I get cuts on my wrists? N... [read more] |
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As I sit here wondering why! Why you want each moment Each memory to fade Each day we spent to gether Each day we laughed Each day we woul... [read more] |
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I'll never compare my lady to angels for angels can only fly Sure they sit on their clouds and think great thoughts and their voices fill th... [read more] |
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Soft bubbles slide across our skin and disappear in the water above While you and I happily drown in our passion for making love So little... [read more] |
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Lose my breath to the arab death And hold paradise in my arms Hold clenched fist tight through coal black night To taste every one of her ch... [read more] |
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I wear a steel toed boot So in case I drop my flute I won't hurt my foot. [read more] |
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A candle in a distant window Flickers and smiles at me I've hours before tomorrow And nowhere that I'm to be Rare moments in the darknes... [read more] |
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Step right up and sit right down We're so happy you're here again With a painted smile on a tear-stained clown At the carnival of pain... [read more] |
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Each perfect piece Carved only to reflect The light of the burning one Each piece fits All the other bits To build a crystal sky Eac... [read more] |
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I stare into a cold, white void And feel it's pull on me From dark nothing where now I lie To nothing light in the empty sky Or bare bul... [read more] |
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Her hair over her shoulder Her head over the back of the chair Her gown over her legs Her fingers over her porcelain arm The morning dew... [read more] |