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Razorblade Suitcase |
| Do you feel the way you hate. Do
you hate the way you feel. Always closest to the flame. Ever closer to
the blade. I am poison crazy lush. Built these hands to lift me up. We
are servants to our formulaic ways. I'm screaming Daisies from 14 miles
away. I've got my own time. Got it all today. Make up your mind. I need
some help. To find this mind. Limbo this and Limbo that. You were this
and you were that. Ever know that what you fear is what you find. This
Indian summer. I signed my life away. There's a Greedy Fly in here. And
I fly away.
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