there are some words that I forget
i think i’d like to by your debt
a nephew coughed two days before
he bought the rich and ate the poor
holidays can run away
twelve hundred greenbacks in a day
a dollar spent is a dollar burned
an angel's wings ain't bought, they're earned
noontime takes a little bit
have you seen her middle tit
the tanks locked it in their sights
and told me that it felt air light
i can't believe that it's not better
a child came to write a letter
princes died in golden gowns
and couldn't take their molded crowns
giants can't defeat our town
our coffins never make a sound
eventually, the path does widen
more room to walk, but no place to hide in
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