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I'm so stoned
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Still Indie
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Re-Indie Time
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Indie Time
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Smooth
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For when you're having a Hard Time
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Just the kind of songs that fires you up...that's probably why they put it in the trailer of the movie Stonewall
People will be people
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I’m so bored I might just kill myself. At this point it kind of feels all the same to me. Being dead and being bored probably feels the same way. Like you’re still, time slowly moving without you, desperately waiting for something to happen. Only that...
The sin of ink
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Omayra Sanchez - Frank Fournier A child’s heart may seem to flutter With the same morbid delicacy of a bird’s wings In a sea of petrol With words of rage and love he may stutter Tripping on objects that are to us but little things But a child knows not...
Uncertainty
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Paths we may have drawn Like a Yellow Brick Road But it is nothing but stone A canvas for the orange light of dawn
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