

John's Song: 'Dem's da BrakesFuck you, I never shit on you so what is your problem? Attitude like that and a habit to match, breath better wasted on someone else I'd say. And in eight years time they would kick in his door to find him laying in his own rancid shit, And now he's gone, now he's dead, we didn't know him, didn't like him, didn't save himJohn's Song: 'Dem's da Brakes
and we're gonna have to live with it.
You were a waste of skin, dealt a deck with which you couldn't win, And never really tried to fit in. Tried to make a go of it, but all those tolls were more than you could take, and so we sit and shake our heads and say " 'Dem's da


Little Blue-Eyed PillCome here my little blue eyed pill I need a little pick me up I’m not really doing that well But soon I’ll be in heaven. You’re the only drug I ever need When I feel that I am fallin’ But this beautiful little blue eyed pill I hear her callin’Little Blue-Eyed Pill
Blue-eyed pill takes away the pain Better than any needle in my vein And then I get so high,
That I’m dancing on the moon Blue-eyed pill makes the dimmest stars shine Across the blackest of midnight skies And makes me see colours never seen before And makes me sing funny little tunes
Nothing le
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~ ange the pange ~
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Has anyone seen my shoes? I kicked them off in a fit of joy!
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~Lilly
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