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			<title>Little Miss Sunshine.</title>
			<description>i hide in the shadowsspy from the gallowsyou make my blood run cold, straight down your cheekyou make my words turn to ash in my mouthyou make my knees weaksit's hard to speak..with teeth jabbed into my neck&amp;nbsp;i love the way the sun lights up your eyes,burns them out and then yo..</description>
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			<title>Blowtorch.</title>
			<description>i can't take itcan't tolerate iti can't stand straighti'm falling downfalling in love,kneak-weed and falling flat on my f*****g face&amp;nbsp;we swore like sailors at the morning sunand laughed as we hid away, dead in seclusion, in fear of everyoneswapping stories and laughs and cigare..</description>
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			<title>Claustrophobia</title>
			<description>the walls are closing in on me again i feel dizzy, let me out i try to scream, but i can't shout because of the need for oxygen don't leave me stand by the door until three or four hand me a... pill, please cure my claustrophobia father, forgive me for i have sinned, abducted..</description>
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			<title>Mating Season.</title>
			<description>i wake upwhat a beautiful daysuch a perfect morningto blow myself away&amp;nbsp;such a likable guysuch a pretentious girli'm such a messed up person,but i'm blaming on the world&amp;nbsp;punk is deadi put two shells in a shotgun and put it to its headput him out of his misery so fast..</description>
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			<title>Nicotine Dreams.</title>
			<description>i guess that i just have to chooseas i know, some you win, some you loseand i just lost my lungsi coughed them out all over your brand new shoesnicotine dreams and winter nightmaresi'll sit back and laugh as my mind tearsspring love, revenge and bloody break-upsnever ceases to make..</description>
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			<title>Texas.</title>
			<description>waking upgasping, breathlessfighting for aireyes overflowing with redness&amp;nbsp;a sting like burns left from the sungruesome grin, forced as they comea head the size of Texas&amp;nbsp;on pins and needleson firehonest to Godi haven't felt this way ever beforewhat's it likeyour ..</description>
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