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of a mystery brand Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem" He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my
That lives under the floor and makes his bed from novelettes I wish I could say the same for you The day will come soon when I look in your eyes but
denigrating apathetic Insult that we both forget? 'Cause fake is on the internet And fear is on the TV set Our rage is a habitat For our 2020 novelettes
Sitting in a mess still undressed As the kettle whistle blows Paperback novelette still open And the door is closed You got a real sick mind
wish you'd quit those vaporettes And those fancy novelettes The healthy chic are so serious And you're so pretty when you smile New York eyes and Boston
within? The cassettes Do you play them to rewind all the colors in her bruises' sunset Novelettes, they bloom in violets His love is spiralin' into your
because I overstep, you send novelette, and I send texts with no context You want to reflect, instead, you just left, I'm wrecked because you say There's no
Sitting in a mess still undressed As the kettle whistle blows Paperback novelette still open And the door is closed You got a real sick mind
And I need my cigarettes when I write your novelettes It's the same thing every time pine and pray for your six nine And I need one single
write you a small little novelette Will you still call me your little juliet? When its halloween baby, Do I look crazy? (Do, do, do I look crazy?) Callin
Sitting by the Ancient One She's smoking cigarettes Waiting for the bus With a romance novelette A shirtless gentleman Nestled in her breast Says
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