I've never been one for hippies, but pink quilts and butterfly kites in a field of muck make for a good picture.
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- Though I'm hot together we burn it up
- I am the gentle autumn rain
- Every time I close my eyes it's you
- I could call you dammit it's a one in a million
- Steadily emerging with grace
- All the while I was dreaming of revelry
- But it's not forever
- Oh baby that's what I like
- Fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene
- Don't knock it you've been here before
- Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
- Chantilly lace and a pretty face
- You're taking toffee with your Vicodin
- She never mess with entertainers cause they always...
- Hi my name is Stereo Mike
- Leave the bourbon on the shelf and I'll drink it b...
- Lay where you're laying
- I get lost in the night
- 09.09.09
- The falcon cannot hear the falconer
- Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
- Vingt quatre fois la vérité par seconde
- L'oeil de velours comme une caresse
- Sometimes I still need you
- We're gonna show this town how to kiss these stars
- In the back of the woods in the dark of the night
- You broke my mouth
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