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that beats from spite I am the ghost that death has left abandoned (uncollected) Have I been here before? Will I see you again? Everything I am, I will
Not sure what you've been up to But I know how you've been Noticed the changes Most things stayed the same Not the uncollected thoughts
away Sunday cars and drivers break the morning air Uncollected milk outside reveals there's no one there Sunday school and Sunday roast Sunday
ruin niggas And my money uncollected and I'm stepping Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon Hungry and angry and I'm savagery But
(Heaton/Rotheray) Tables turned over and curtains ripped Bottles uncollected, collected here Nothing seems to shine like these razor edges do
this to my heart Now the wine has worked its wonder and it's makin' me forget But the memories lie awaiting like an uncollected debt That must be
making By the stars, your ark uncollected all this time The noise that you close around Better now I know you well at all You might seem to breathe
conversation All your dreams drift uncollected In your sleep where there’s no protection Your heart keeps a blade of apprehension Hidden deep in our conversation
the uncollected You acting pussy like some contraception Don't twist the lingo We call it misconception Highly advised to taste some perception Correlate with
Tables turned over and curtains ripped Bottles uncollected, collected here Nothing seems to shine like these razor edges do It's a crazy little world
kiss that I got? Isn't it obvious I still dream about you When I constantly sing about you? Calm, yet uncollected I know you feel the undeniable
Who's more beautiful Please help our weary souls And I'm trying really hard How can I escape the mess And find out how to be my very best Uncollected
the curtain Give me THC Subdued and uncollected I crave to feel distant tonight And I warm to the feeling Of feeling nothing at all Lost in astral planes
For the longest time I felt like all my debts went uncollected But when the check came it was bigger than even I expected Well the heart is a cup
Now the wine has worked its wonder cnd it's makin' me forget But the memories lie awaiting like an uncollected debt That must be paid at the fading
find I often fear it To feel, find I often fear it I know a way down to Mexico Lane I certainly can't complain A finder's fee uncollected but won I
die for almost anything Oh, there's always something with me The thoughts uncollected, the tears untaxed The steely eyes piercing through the back
a Minute of fancy you've never been given. Forget the love letters penned by sad faced boys You've never met. Forget the unwritten, uncollected works
afraid of the dark nature of vague statements that plague vacant parking lots where shopping carts go uncollected that sick feeling in my stomach start
been neglected Leave us tilted in the sand and un-collected Baby's coming in an ambulance Baby's coming in an ambulance On two wheels around
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