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Now, let’s talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment Right there in front of the living room as an open invitation to strangersA cold machine might showSmiling like a face, waiting for a telephone call, of a beloved felineShe is in a state and it’s california, she’s been there for quite

Hey I know there’s more to thisBut I bought you a newspaper every sundayAt the end just a huge pile of yellowed sunday telegraphs on the windowpane We sang three blind mice together:"three blind mice, three blind miceWho went in across the farmer’s house" You know well, just never tellIf someone’s got a secret hell

She had this thing about allistair crawlin’, it was like a fascinationShe had this thing about allistair crawlin’, it was like a fascination I don’t mean to be rude Hey, I wannaI wanna testify heyI wanna Burton in a salad bar sweet like a candy barNo more sugar for a clean genius in quarantineI mean

"this elevator only takes one down", she said"this place, this hotel lounge, it’s my daily bread, but I’m underfed" He asked, "are you living in the night?Cause I can tell you have a lousy imaginationAnd as a matter of speaking I hate this situationBut it happens to be one of my pickin’" Cause it’s so

I, I knew a girl and she was a jokerHer hair was nicotine-brown and eyes of a joker Her grass has a pale ginger greenWhatever that means Together we saw they were building a buildingAlone I see the building is there Her grass has a pale ginger greenWhatever that means Your mind goes, your mind