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			<title>Won't You Visit My Room?</title>
			<description>I SIT ALONE IN THIS BARREN WHITE ROOMI HEAR FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE, THEY'LL BE HERE SOONFEET NESTLED BENEATH ME, MY FINGERTIPS DANCE OVER BINDINGA STRING OF CHAOTIC EVENTS IS SEEMINGLY UNWINDINGIT'S SO BRIGHT IN HERE NOT EVEN SMALL SHADOWS DANCE ON THE WALLSTHE SOUND OF THEIR SHOES ECHO IN THE ..</description>
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			<description>here&amp;nbsp;i am, misery's companyand i know you'll never come for meyou left me here a year ago, never to returnwith nothing but the memories that continually burni'm crying out my silent pleashead in my hands, down on my kneesthe lonliness i want to scream i hid behind my tongue'cause ..</description>
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			<title>Dear Daniel/Addicted</title>
			<description>burn your bridges with kerosene breathyou're so addictedbrush off those who try, forget all that's leftyou're so addictedbloodshot eyes and trembling handsyou're so addictedtell us what you want, it still sounds like demandsyou're so addictedwe're turning our backs now, only you can ..</description>
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			<title>Dark Star</title>
			<description>an angel sits with tattered wingslisten as the angel singsa sadistic hymn of five years passedexplaining why these tears are castblack figures surround a cold grave stonebid farewell to the soul not coming homehe left this world with no regretsnone that we know of; not now, not yetcu..</description>
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