i¡¯m dressed for the kill now. i¡¯m dressed for our funeral. a dress down affair. an accident addressed to me from you... a self-inflicted starving state. succinctly salacious sanctimony... we knew we¡¯d be the death of us (but no amount of preparation could cushion the blow)... with every word, with every thought, we betray us... we betray us (and I can¡¯t forget it).
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It's Not Paranoia If They're Shooting Live Bullets
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