The heart is like a brass band, or a hand shaking a tambourine, or a piano a semi-tone out so that only those who listen can hear it. | We're blurry eyed and blood stained. It is totally to late to be teenagers. | We'll bask on the shadow of yesterday's triumph And sail on the steel breeze. | Don't look at me like that She won't take you back... | Love will tear us apart | The fucking scene is fucking sad, the fucking news is fucking bad, the fucking weed is fucking turf, the fucking speed is fucking surf, the fucking folks are fucking daft, don't make me fucking laugh, it fucking hurts to look around, everywhere in chicken town. | They always say, "in the end, everything will be okay," and i've always felt that was sort of a cop-out, but now i think, maybe there's some sense in it. maybe we just have to hold on and believe, and trust our footsteps, even when the wind blows us in the seemingly wrong direction. just keep holding on, keep your eyes open, and when they're not open, keep them open to what is going on inside, deep down. | I'll take my medicine and you guess i really love you. | Now I can be succesfull in life | Get back inside you've got nothing on | Today is gonna be the day ... | These are the days when everything begins and ends with you. | Post-modern girl writting dead beats, but you're welcome.
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