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into orbit?
She had to forfeit little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.
Privately, we recorded her,
Intimately,
Every single thing you know is doomed to decay
Don't assume what we have will last forever and a day
Flowers bloom and wilt, so does beauty and youth
You
my phone and see the last picture I ever took
Was of our sleeping daughter early this morning
Getting ready to go, and I was struck by her face
to bone
But little does she really know, I really hate sleeping alone, yeah
We laid up and sipping on wine, I put on her favorite songs (favorite songs)
I'm
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
woman is she!
You, just shake your head and hold back the tear ducts that start to well up,
And begin to pack up, your things.
And because of not wishing
James Taylor
He's probably the closest
Thing to a writer's perfect
Exemplification of the
Unconscious all the songs are
Like movies all you
Need to do is
Lil mama is a bad one, ain't she?
Maybe she might be a little timid
Love when I get it
Or I might even give a text when I'm finish
Been doing all
Magic talking:
Look at the rear end on that thing now
What that is a Rolls Royce?
Na, that's a Mercedes
look, come here and lemme holla at you
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
I've got so much to do,
Gotta pick things up, gotta see things through.
My how the time does fly, gotta wave hello to a passerby.
All I do now is
goin' through all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things
And I was just havin' a tough time there, and they was inspectin',
Injectin', every single part
flared lenses
Made the decision, cut loose, no offences
Lost the one truth
How important being friends is
I wake up,
Peppermint tea and a cigarette
She
badly to rub the sponge of gratitude
Over every last thing, including you, which, yes, it's awkward
The suds in your ear and armpit, the little
, the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (who me?)
just to make sure that they can get it
Two hundred dollars every 5 days
For little white pills that get you stuck in their ways
Of not eating anything
and loves her reflection
She's totally primetime, the people they love her
Now raise your glass cause there is no one above her.
Descending the stairwell
last one?
Seven!
La la la la seven little dwarfs!
Hey!
Who is she?
Someone is sleeping on our bed!
Oh, I am sorry.
I am Snow White.
Snow White?
I had
Swear The Visine Is For My Allergies
You're posion, and I'm taking you in.
With every breath I'm dying.
I'm dead.
And I hope it does.
Because it took
Or religion, or age, or my
Favourite thing to hate, class
People say it takes a village to raise a
Child people ask me how my daughter
Is doing she’s only doing
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
it
Could it last
That little spark
That little magic
I was sure that we had it
But that's just what I imagined
I guess was blinded by passion
I know
Screaming, yelling in pain
Or is it just unfair that God
Chose her to have to endure
All the pain that she bears
Does God even care
Little Jo went looking for
_ "Every Little Thing")
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