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Won't you listen to me as I tell you all about the yellowing yellowing yellowing of my teeth Won't you listen to me as I tell you all about
of rage inside my cage Born a slave to the darkness as I'm yellowing with mold from age Worms fill the space behind my eyes, something dies inside in
An old movie magazine Gold wrapper in between Pages yellowing with time, It's tearing up my mind Plastic snowflake souvenir, A city far from
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke Rising from a butt ground out on my arm Step into
In the tombs there are walking corpses and I'm yellowing Die together,let's die together die together die together In the tombs there are walking
the yellowing appeal Your hellish coast Sinking stones Bury the dead along the shore Oh the weight of sorrow Little is the time we borrow A storm will rise
at the edges Gnawed on, incomplete Run to the yellowing lights Into street after street Feel every breath green shadow of the overpass Granite dust in the eyes
hot tea and cookies in her tiny, dark flat I can remember the red velvet curtains A porcelain doll with its yellowing lace Tattered silk slippers
Pictures in a box at home Yellowing and green with mold So I can barely see your face Wonder how that color taste You were always so far away I
Pictures in a box at home Yellowing and green with mold So I can barely see your face Wonder how that color taste You were always so far away I
close as we fly Through the air Then suddenly on Sunday, it all just melted away And when it had gone, between patches of yellowing grass I found
Who's on trial? The state says it's me Or is it the lawyer I handsomely paid to go free Or maybe the judge with the yellowing teeth And the fuck
through poems that you saved That make the gloomy hours make sense Or do they lose their power With the yellowing of age I saw you suffering Through
And floated through the clouds as they swallowed shut The bronze tinted landing sea And houses row the hills like yellowing teeth When we touched down,
camera angle it looked like it hurt But your mama had a big old smile We drove you home, saw your yellowing skin Packed a few things and drove you
mama had a big old smile We drove you home, saw your yellowing skin Packed a few things and drove you back again Stayed up all night worrying,
Mansfield Ah anywhere in Albion Anywhere in Albion Anywhere in Albion Yellowing classics And canons at dawn Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
prayerful moan Blesses those, who enter The way to this templed city of tombs Climbs amid roses yellowing blooms Fragments of mouldering biers 'Til
against pallid sky Single plume of white smoke on yellow speckled plain Yellowing leaves sparkle in cold breeze Wave patterns among wave patterns
Ohh, anywhere in Albion Anywhere in Albion Anywhere in Albion Yellowing classics And canons at dawn Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
embalming fluid? Gorgeous obsession Swelling puffy flesh Peeling yellowing skin Feasting upon your fluids I can never seem to Feed your sexual needs I hear
real and urgent. Tired and weak, there's swelling in your legs, You've got yellowing skin, Spider shaped vessels on your face. They're not going to find
I would like to get away from here Baby please help me I just need some sleep Yellowing pillows and far off dreams Baby you’re with me We’re not
yellowing leaves And nary a moment will stray Delivering toys To girls and to boys Who are earnest this holiday If your heart is true this year You have
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