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.: jarvissa :.
well you're champagne and i guess i'm shit
.: satellites gone up to the skies :.
things like that drive me out of my mind
.: let it bleed :.
while the last blue eye on my face slowly turns to brown
.: the original motion picture :.
you are the habit i can't seem to kick - you are my secrets on the front page every week.
.: eat me :.
get down on your motherfucking knees please
.: a good time for a superman to lift the sun into the sky? :.
it's just too heavy for a superman to lift
.: of aurochs and angels :.
and thick matted lashes.
.: my car is limping dolores haze :. and the last long lap is the hardest
Darlings, it was with small lies and deceits that I began the auction of my soul...
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Okay. Here's the deal:
STATION II STATION IS BACK! Half-new, half-updated & a helluva lot more pro-ana, pro everything.
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.: durable pigments; the refuge of art:.
and this is the only immortality you and i may share my lolita
.: the whisper in the classroom, the writing on the wall :.
i can make you be, without having to exist
.: a person dong or ding :.
summer winter autumn spring
.: look at this tangle of thorns :.
the agony and the ecstasy [ slide your hand under the desk baby ]
.: halcyon daze :. when yellow and white chequered curtains billowed silently in the breeze
.: if i lay my head down i will see you in my dream :.
wearing that polka dot dress and sitting by the stream..i wish i could remember. but my selective memory..won't let me
.: life must be so wonderful :.
living here on your own..please call round to see
_____father forgive me; i knew not what i did______
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