The Burning
There's beauty in the silence. I hope you learned your lesson. I hope because you played with fire - That
Baby, Says
Baby, You ain’t a baby anymore. Hold your skin up to the mirror and tell me what you see. Let
Stallion
There you are.   In the middle of a dozen crowded buildings. A farmers tan caresses your skin, You cast
The Shocks
Crushing a cigarette in that ashtray Twisting your foot on the grass I'm not to be stepped on I'm not
Forbidden Knowledge
One day I'm going to take this city by storm. I'm going to talk about the things that matter. Because
Blossom
Let me take a minute. Let me collect myself. I wrote this thing for you. Put the metal to the
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