back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another »
Replica Big Talk
by Big Talk
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a Greyhound station on Christmas Day, in 1998.
the burden of love is the fuel of bad grammar.
You stutter and stammer--what a bitch to convey the crux »
Christmas Day No Such Place
by Jim White
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You fly with the locust
Down in the western sky line
But you're out of focus
In every way you design
the crux of the matter
You've taken »
Black Light Music for the Divine
by Glenn Hughes
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the mother, the magnificence, the matter,
the river of steel that flows from high holy rods
Unite the dead to God creation,
the seal opens to touch the sky, »
The Chemistry of Common Life The Chemistry of Common Life
by Fucked Up
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