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when death came calling today, i heard the gentle grace of his cadences. i couldn't say no. i couldn't say no. when he showed me his new silk scarves

the sun came up above the strange white plain. blood red flowers all wet with rain and the spirit wasn't really willing anymore, but the flesh was very

into the machine, i had no idea what you meant. i guess i'm supposed to figure these things out, or maybe it's supposed to be self-evident. but i've

pink city hungry, and tired, and mad as all hell swing low sweet jewel-encrusted chariot make me young again make me well i am the killer dressed in pilgrim's

bag full of oily rags, fifty cent lighter dreams of retirement in Cancun burning ever brighter there's a lot of ways to make money in this world but

feel it rushing down my throat -- fresh blood, i head out onto the earth, its cold heart is melting, i don't know if i can stand it. springtime's coming

source-less anger eating at him from inside. no one around him to stem the rising tide. evil from his head down to his feet quinine's bitter. sugar's

when death came calling today, i heard the gentle grace of his cadences. i couldn't say no. i couldn't say no. when he showed me his new silk scarves

clear sky over Calcutta -- a warm wind. Dvorak on the short wave clear signal coming in la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la long