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By The Constantines, Starhawk in a street ritual, pleas from Herald Square to
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By The Constantines, We live in a lie
The constant lie
Family of eyes
Talking about
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By The Constantines, We've become the outer order
Live our lives along the border
Get
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By The Constantines, Mercy little rocker, bleeding guitars
went out chasing landmarks. fell
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By The Constantines, On the weird winds of Ontario, came worry sailing strange
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By The Constantines, It’s hard not to surrender
to the bold and comely
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By The Constantines, I was not up for saying grace
Hung up before our
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By The Constantines, Don’t talk to me about simple things
There is no such
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By The Constantines, Years from now, they will make water from the reservoirs
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By The Constantines, Put this confession in your sensitive files.
Here’s some kindling
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By The Constantines, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Oh baby you can walk
You can talk just like me
You
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By The Constantines, There's no short cut
And no straight line
How am i to
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By The Constantines, Useless secrets beat your wings
There's a little good in everything
You
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By The Constantines, Curse the corpses, call in the futurists.
This is the ballad
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By The Constantines, For the break this new yearStrange wonders from the kingdom
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By The Constantines, I believe this life is blessed, When against your hand,
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By The Constantines, One word to operation chaos:insectivorous.I'm learning to survive on earthworms
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By The Constantines, Az sym otsqkyde normalen kato mene ima mn drugi po
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By The Constantines, Lizaveta, we stood together in the pissing rain. Your skin
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By The Constantines, Your mayor is raising fences to keep bodies off the
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By The Constantines, It's hard not to surrenderto the bold and comely wordswhat
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By The Constantines, The architects are choking out another hollow toothAnd the rooms
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By The Constantines, This is some party. a capacity crowd on some fifty-four
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By The Constantines, Sweet girl in the diamond cut dressShe's the queen of
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By The Constantines, You were a rhinestone installation, Hung up in a warehouse
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By The Constantines, Let the Parisian crowd stand and shout.Let the audience in
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By The Constantines, Oh young lionsThis is your kingdomEvery beast has its poisonEvery