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			<title>i've never been much of a love poet</title>
			<description>No matter how hard I try,I could never adequately describe the beauty in your eyes,Or the warmth in your smileBut I could easily show the pain I felt when you decided not to tryWhen you told me it just wasn&amp;rsquo;t worth your timeThere aren&amp;rsquo;t even words to describe how I felt as your lips touc..</description>
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			<title>Bitter Name</title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t say we&amp;rsquo;ll last to see the morning lightBut for now this is just fineLaying here together like puzzle piecesDarling can&amp;rsquo;t you see we fit just right------------------------Dont do this nowDear please don&amp;rsquo;t goWe&amp;rsquo;ve just planted our seedDon&amp;rsquo;t you know these th..</description>
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			<title>Family</title>
			<description>Daddy what are you doing?Daddy don't hit mommyIs this what it means to be a man?Is this what it means to love?Does 'til death really countIf you send her to heaven above?Few years past,&amp;nbsp;few scars fadedI sill can't get the words out of my headFive fingered insults to put me to sleepto alcohol so..</description>
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			<title>Let's Go</title>
			<description>Heres to the kids with no place to goAnd a pack of Newports is your homeScreaming out from the bottom of a bottle with a magnum to your skullCant wait to f*****g goI said heres to the kids with no place to goAnd the bottom of the bottle always feels like homeSitting here with a noose tied tightJust ..</description>
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