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- Was Crying For Release Then It Was Gone
- Before I Knew I Was Up To My Neck, The Last Toe Le...
- It's Your Hands, Your Heart, Your Lip
- I Don't Know Why
- And The Screeching Bluejays Seem, To Form Her Name...
- Why Do You Have To Go And Make Things So Complicated
- In The Way You're Walking To Me, From The Timbers,...
- They Mean Not As Much To Me, As A Melting Flake Of...
- It Is Our Light, Not Our Darkness
- Building A Dream
- They Can Tell Something Is Wrong
- If The Day Will Want To Take Me
- Sunday Pulls It's Children From Their Piles Of Fal...
- Cafeteria Morning
- It Wasn't Me Who Was Looking At You, Through Foggy...
- And Bump My Head Against The Windshield, Trying To...
- Just As If To Tell Her Man That She Can't Either
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3 comments:
IM GOING TO START A FUCKING FOREST FIRE ..... RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
wow! these are where you are?! these are where you are? does that make sense? i love these....thats the point!
These are cool...the one with the person under the lamp and the ones with the house in the distant have an eerie feel to them. And the natural blue color is really rad.
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