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			<title>Hazy Stone</title>
			<description>Here I lay in bed all stoneddon't remember what I ownMissing love warm on my skinWonder what next thoughts beginHave you ever seen the moonThat oh so pale one over tombsTruly shining in the nightUpon the weary in their plightAnd my thoughts can't begin to knowJust which way they'll decide to goFor i..</description>
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			<title>An Unmerry Must </title>
			<description>Who cares about the f*****g holidays?I don't.&amp;nbsp;It's a time where everyone is flustering aroundLike wild untamed rhinos all in a fizzPoking and prodding around at each otherWhat for?&amp;nbsp;You complain about the stressYou complain about the trafficYou complain about not having enough timeYou somet..</description>
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			<title>Beating Me Alive</title>
			<description>Beating it goes and goesSinking in patterns of glow and woeWhy can't you just beat calmly?Why must you beat me up instead?It doesn't even truly phase me that you're thereThe way you gush and squeeze yourselfSo my body can liveThough I don't know what being alive is supposed to feel like</description>
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			<title>I don't want to be squished down into nothing</title>
			<description>Deep inside I weep and sing, I scream and feel my soul writhing.&amp;nbsp;It twists and turns, it aches and burns.&amp;nbsp;I don't know what for. I don't know what for.&amp;nbsp;My insides have been predetermined, pre-inscribed.&amp;nbsp;I am told what to do.&amp;nbsp;I do not feel in control. I do not feel in control..</description>
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