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The things they say are making so much sense There is no escaping These daemons that I've wrought Daemons in my mind I wish I never consorted with their lot
spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies But I'm the like the ice man, Michael Kiplenski I style on new york, power my fort Dips, consorted by
I was a forlorn fishy swimmin' in the sea Lookin' for a lover or the one who'd be My consorted companion but now I see There just ain't enough
fatalism I consorted to eating cold canned tuna for my midnight lunch Which killed my appetite much more effectively Than any warm, well-cooked meal Ever had
rounds for your mind I consorted freely With gangs of gypsies Poets, wastrels, condemned winos Who took nothing from me I gave it all willingly Before it
gorgeous Never a bore get Neck brontosaurus Next on the Forbes List Sweat never forfeit Wet I'm a swordfish Ex looking sordid Yes we consorted Lexicon
I swear I hear my heart cry--what Recklessly consorted, just partly Helplessly devoted, hey baby Every time I let go I swear I hear my heart die,
masters ordered Knowing that he's consorted But I'm sure that we can get this all settled before our honorary courts Now that was a fucking joke ya see Now
left to discern But I got drunk and closed the curtains, consorted with the local spirits They gave me different names, I woke up with yours anyway Then
Queene Eftsoone they wept for I to them was noughte but a living thinge hence with despight his consorted kingdomes stonie hart eshewde And I am
tip waiters Mr brown was gunned down but He savored the flavor Mr blue was a con so his humor was minimal Mr orange was the sort who Never consorted
heart to get redemption The road to hell's burned it up, paid with good attention Consorted thoughts, try to fit them into pole positions They bathe in
waiters Mr brown was gunned down but He savored the flavor Mr blue was a con so his humor was minimal Mr orange was the sort who Never consorted with
Or swallowed them sleeping pills after the shock of it all Or slapped the shit out my ex, then mess with the other one Consorted with hoes, popped pills like
It started back in point Richmond A consorted effort they'd all pitched in For a boat that would never float Three months working for what's right
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