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Slowly Achin'Slowly Achin' by:Pantomime13Slowly Achin'
Sweet sugar run in the red water off the path of a dying sun. Beyond your own comprehension past the sublime and concrete walls. You're caught, you're caught in between Despite your space, you're coming back to see.
It isn't simple anymore the lines you've drawn and took up in ya. No, your paradise is killin' you Not so sharp dressed and you're so sore. It's achin' ever so slow, it's hurtin' all the time It's achin' so slow it's hurtin' all the time.
Grey as the winter season skies blinding rays speaking


On the CurbOn the Curb by: Andrew Ames (aka Pantomime13)On the Curb
(v) Wise man with an empty cup; shaking it, praying for luck. But I'm sure he knows we're, all shaking our own like him.
(v2) A musician on the side; calling out, listeners walk by. Many may not know how it goes; to busy to even stop to hear.
(v3) The politician raising arms; throwing fists, pulling the alarm. Too bad the poor fellow sees; his own destruction cripplin' us.
(v4) And upstairs they are watching; wondering, where the world is going. 'Cause


AbsentAbsent by: Andrew Ames (aka Pantomime13)Absent
(v) In my room, I wish I had some gin by my bedside, so it could put me out. What good would it do, except make me a fool and lose faith for a day or maybe two. In my room, I wish that check was worth it labor in the yard to ease my mind. How can it be, that it's worth nothing well the boy cried wolf and high tailed it.
(Chorus) All I got left is my absence can hear me call far away. All I got left is my absence let my love just take a break.
(v2) In my room, it feels like a prison
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il y a longtemps que je t'aime....
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il y a longtemps que je t'aime....
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"Thoughts are free and are subject to no rule. On them rests the freedom of man, and they tower above the light of nature."
~ Philippus A Paracelsus ~
"Relative to its size- the barnacle has the largest penis of all living things." -House
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