he said we all steal poetry
he said it was ok
well
where are we
all in hell
a bunch of thieves
in hell
away from my window
not the one you need
to protect you
and defend you
it aint me
your lookn' for
It ain't me babe
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"ain't no way of turning out your lights babe, the light you never know'd."
sin is a disease of the mind
an artificial creation
hate broods in your belly
like a fuckin cow nailed
on the top of the head
with a sledge hammer
no easy matter
killing like that
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