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			<title>I Am a House on Fire</title>
			<description>I Am a House on FireEverything you need is right inside,If only you dare to face the heat.I Am a House on FireAsh and dust may fill my halls,But underneath is buried treasure.I Am a House on FireYou try to put me out,My flames grow 10 times stronger.I Am a House on FireThere are screams from every w..</description>
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			<title>Mama</title>
			<description>Mama, I see bodies in the treesMama, I think those bodies are meMama, I surely hope I&amp;rsquo;m wrongBut Mama, please tell me, how long have I been gone?Mama, I&amp;rsquo;m scaredMama, I&amp;rsquo;m coldMama, what if the truth is, I hate getting oldMama, I need helpMama, I need youMama, I will just keep quiet..</description>
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			<title>A Beautiful Disaster</title>
			<description>Fire down your throatWhiskey on the tableWe dance amongst the broken glassAnd sleep on blood-stained pillows</description>
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			<title>Clementine Street</title>
			<description>A few times a day, I find myself back in that houseWhere you stole everything from me; Where I lost myselfI knocked on the front door of the lion&amp;rsquo;s denIf only I could tell myself, &amp;ldquo;Please. Don&amp;rsquo;t go in.&amp;rdquo;I left my innocence in the pile of clothes on your floorIt was there I lea..</description>
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