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to annihilate American carnage Habitualized suffering A flame in the darkness Flickering, guttering What about separation of power? What about balance or checks?
reckoning Find it in a failing candle's muttering when it's guttering Find it in the hopeful, helpless, stuttering song I’m uttering Find it in becoming
helpless sight He plunges at me Choking guttering drowning Put in a wagon he had to keep pace As his eyes melt to his face If you could hear blood
helpless sight He plunges at me Choking guttering drowning Put in a wagon he had to keep pace As his eyes melt to his face If you could hear blood
broken glass in the streets Guttering candles, blood on the sheets We burned all the kindling, passed the bottle around Watched the last coals
was on the exit row Settled up and prepped to go Hope had nowhere left to go Candle flame guttering And, no, there was no golden light No bright
the cannibal Stab the sisters heart Little brother following, face inside the guttering They're talking, they're talking! Bob and walk around Until the guests
government Hovering Bowling Guttering Slicing vocals Buttering This a letter from a day one recovering No retirement I'm onto it I'm suffering But at least
repayed each debt The wind, then it became... The ghostly hiss of serpent's breath Reciting splintered legacy over storm-toppled trees And guttering
isn't one Laugh it up keep muttering Clearing my life of shit Like guttering Grab eye protectors 'Cause once I've left yers You'll be my autograph
the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering
cackling Guttering, and sputtering And it crackles And it cackles And it gutters And it sputters Oooh Oooh The Flurries are falling The Fire is calling,
known But if it's guttering, yeah is it a gamble Is staying put better than being alone? We could call an ending or just never say what we mean Hold our
the sound of a thousand last cries The guttering flame of my last life giving candle Is soon about to turn to smoke, fading to nothing I am all alone in
the crows in the guttering pull up the green shoots of hope Signing crosses on ballot sheets like kisses on air As we wave from the terminal, 'cause we ain't
rain ran rusted guttering Turning to powder At the end of the line Slates had blown Heavy rainfall sprayed Levered aside the stones Pounded demolished
I'm running for my life I am the village And you are the flood The girl with the Gore-Tex heart is stalking me Rattling guttering, talking in circles
100 French matches, the mercury's frozen Painted ivy on your eyes You are not broken Three fire jugglers on your roof We're climbing The guttering
knew those words could sound so real Now i cup my chin in the palm of my hand In the candle's guttering light cnd i squeeze your hand in the darkness
more travel. We press on. The other arm. Then my leg; servos guttering, but ultimately the load is lighter. We press on. Circuits snake around my
sofas, floating far away On our beach Kitchen sinks and guttering Soil and broken doors It’s no longer yours Council man, sixty year old Stan Took his
guzzling we're muttering and stuttering and Hustlin' and bustlin' and rustlin' and tustlin' It's guttering that none of us are focused on recovering We're
it’s just my guttering. It’s a mess up there. But if you lend me a hand, then maybe later, We can have a little fun, because we got a lot done But just
green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in
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