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By Clark Anne, We shall comewith all our wealthand our vulgarityinto yout landcarving
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By Clark Anne, Wake up with the fear of GodInside me each morningAs
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By Clark Anne, At the all night partyStanding in the cornerI am watching
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By Clark Anne, --------------------------------She clutches onto his protruding hipsfor dear lifeGoing downshe is
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By Clark Anne, ------------------The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon
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By Clark Anne, This house is full of lonelinessOf sad weary silenceI switch
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By Clark Anne, Bursting in a thousand placeslike a bottle of champagneBurst all
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By Clark Anne, HereUpon these ghostly shadowsOf men and womenThere are no smilesSinglyThey
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By Clark Anne, There is a stilllikesteellikethreadthat runs throughoutfrom toe to shoulderhead to
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By Clark Anne, PausesAre broken by statements not tendernessI always wanted much more
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By Clark Anne, It's in your lookthere's no doubtI know exactly what it's
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By Clark Anne, Autumn leaves that collect weight in the ashes of SummerAre
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By Clark Anne, Now that all is stilled and silencedthat the rushing roaring
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By Clark Anne, My words are all stripped bareTonight I want something elseSomething
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By Clark Anne, Every day is heavenMoves further and further awayFamiliar blue eyes
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By Clark Anne, Walking into lightFrom the blank evening skyKnackles rub away the
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By Clark Anne, So these are circumstancesLeading to my sorry taleI was in
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By Clark Anne, Uproar!Riotous furyFuroreI of the stormAsking for moreCalling for moreMaking the
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By Clark Anne, Stumbling words and stuttering lipsMake the sentence completeA death sentence
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By Clark Anne, Remenber me for what I wasNot as i am nowi'll
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By Clark Anne, Look at your young facesThey're growing older with each momentHarder
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By Clark Anne, Makes me feel at easewalking to a timea placethat's pouring
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By Clark Anne, The world keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -under
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By Clark Anne, The ships slips out from the grasp of the harbourOut
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By Clark Anne, All this tenderness has come to nothingAll that we require
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By Clark Anne, Swaet runs down the centre of my back Crawling like
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By Clark Anne, Through these city nightmares you'd walk with meAnd we'd talk
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By Clark Anne, Love is a dangerous game to play withA battle where
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By Clark Anne, What will it matter thenWhen the sky's not blue but
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By Clark Anne, Keep me back in the real worldFrom which we try