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			<title>Confessions of a dopehead</title>
			<description>Memory of my tripping nightsis a shrilling torment nowfuming many jointsFlying like a parachutedying for a crazy delusionMaster of &amp;nbsp;a broken lifealways despised my tired wifewho loathed my marijuana lipsand now I lost my waynow I lost my chanceI'd been on the spotlightSung many gigs night to ni..</description>
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			<title>Fugitive</title>
			<description>With such &amp;nbsp;a futile smile&amp;nbsp;they put you in a place so vilethey make you look like a freakand blame you for such a reekthey groom you to an identitywhich lands you to a big pitythey find in you every reason to screwtill an arrogance in you will brew&amp;nbsp;Losers! , behind you can &amp;nbsp;dragth..</description>
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			<title>In Ant Colony</title>
			<description>Existential Crisis</description>
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			<title>Estranged</title>
			<description>Cold like a stone I went heedless,O you sensitive folk ! you are faithless,While some always try to be in a formI despise because attributions gathers no stormWhen genuine is severely persecuted,It's my thoughts that goes culpable.To cry when barbed by the perversion,is your habit of seeking convers..</description>
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			<title>At the Funeral</title>
			<description>At the FuneralIn the dark hazes of sorrow,surrounds me some faces so somberstill can't get &amp;nbsp;to the gospelfumes of pleasure taught&amp;nbsp;ignited by the temptationwhen airs of tension filled in &amp;nbsp;the soulprompted by anxietyin a prolonged waitingto vent the anger&amp;nbsp;in a cauldronpuffed the cr..</description>
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			<title>Lonely Ride</title>
			<description>Lonely RideWaiting for the train finally,void tickets for the ride,you'll never know ifyou'll be making the ride or notWhat you know is&amp;nbsp;inexplicable but a total realityif bought everything for the ride&amp;nbsp;you'll be occupied by it,while an empty cage thrive to&amp;nbsp;be full before it's vanquish..</description>
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			<title>The Conversation</title>
			<description>The Conversation&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbs..</description>
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