one of her babies is rotting in the sun
and the
i imagined nick valensi wrapped his long, long arms around
A is for apple
B is for butt
C is for
the boat that we're sailing on can't stop in town
'cause
there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream
the
there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream
the
the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of
is new york city really like a graveyard they all
there are my specs
the ones I've been looking for
I threw
eyes like omens i've been told
and friends are found when
have you ever been swindled by a swindler who lies
'cause
my heart is on my sleeve my head is in
silver pink ponies flying over me
you may feel strange, well,
thick shakes little snakes
fashion accessories earthquakes
five and dime cherry
it seemed like everyone i knew was dying
i looked in
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