o_dusty
Dusty and you are, dirty from chain
Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape
Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave
I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid
Now
spiral_staircase
Spiral Staircase
Spiral staircase going down, paint your body red and brown
on our knees we'll feast on a sex show
spiral staircase spiral staircase
greasy h
wasted_time
It's your life
Don't you let em tell you when to bat your eyes
You're the only one who's gonna sacrifice
Makes no difference if you're right or wrong
Take that ride bucket
Woooooooo
I'll be the one to show you the way
You'll be the one to always complain
3 in the morning come a bang bang bang
All out of fags and I just can't wait
california_waiting
Little Mona Lisa laying by my side
"Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime
Seem too close to be losin' touch
By givin' in, what am I givin' up
Am I losin' way too much <
genuis
Everybody wants to be a showman
Yeah they all got another one
Everybody thinks they got a genius
Everybody got me on the run
Sometimes I think they come here
Ju
red_morning_light
You know you could've been a wonder
Takin' your circus to the sky
You couldn't take it on the tight rope
No you had to take it on the side
You always like it undercove
holy_roller_novocaine
My darling you look lovely
I've come to lay you down
Uncover your head and submit to me
We'll make a joyful sound
I don't care if you're by yourself
Or you're a
molly’s_chambers
trani
Dirty belly of a secret town
Cheap trick hookers that are hanging out at the bar in the Greyhound station
And the bare-chested boys are going down on every thing that the momma beli
happy_alone
On our way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me
Rollin' numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city,
In the morning all will see, just how crazy young love can be <
re memo
On the plane
On the plane
Off to see the city girls again
Only bring what they carry on
So's you know i wont be long
Tippin beers
Its cold as hell
wicker_chair
In your little white wicker chair
Unsuspicious nobody cares for you
You're so fucked up again
You laugh at nothin' in the pouring rain
Try to tell yourself you're not
joe’s_head
talihina_sky
Weeds blow tall on a broken train track
Ruth B. draws we're fixin' to get high
Maybe we'll hit the bluffs and find ourselves the same old rum
But everybody says this p
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