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in releasing the Task Force.
The history books will not document her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm tired of the dull rationalisation
My mind, my heart, my pulse, my veins
My sweat, my neves
Might dull the pain
My mind, my God, my God is silence
Don't talk, don't move, don't say
This scene is dull divine.
Enemies, they start surrounding me.
Mostly in my head cause I swear,
I've never been so depressed.
I can't stand
When I met you we were young
And like gasoline to matches
Waking up drunk
Sleeping through your early classes
I grew up and grew dull
And you
of insanity-how many guilty?
I can see their blank and dull faces
Another episode of how the human race is
Sick to death have we lost our senses?
I'm mad as hell
the hand that cuts, it's the hatred deep inside
It's not the hand, not the hand
Five dollars and a head to keep
With dull black scissors and some
quite figure out what it's saying
It's the back of the blade
It's the dull but painful ache
Can it hurt, can it save
'Cause you wanna get out
People are like songs, it's true
Some seem dull at first but then they grow on you
Me, I'm like can't get you out of my head
Annoying at times,
as you bury all your baggage
In the bed of another dumb cock-smith
I don't sleep just to dull my memories
Of how you love like an overseer's horsewhip
working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our
appliances
To dull the pain
It's Novocain for the soul, for the soul
Hollywood, pop culture's best
Do no good, you vultures nest
And I want out
I want
it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
Is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor
I keep taking all this coke to make me die
Doin' more drugs than they make in fuckin' I-C-I
It's the best way to go, don't think me dull
I'm not
working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Are you the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last
See the sun
See the signs
Found more joy in his work than his play
Did more mowing than hop in the hay
Of course the work made him a dull boy
So
integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen...
To those of us who knew
This was a sad day
When the disappointment that was my shadow
Came into the sun
And he slapped me dull on the forehead
And he told me he had won
working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Are you the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last
Dull the edge so that it's softer
And it won't offend their ears
Water down to make it simple
You could sell it anywhere
But now it seems you're
Time just ran out
She's a bird in December
Hearts that love blind
Sometimes get left behind
Her feathers are too bright for this dull town
Her
don't you dare forget it
With no one out here, this town begins to feel so small
Swans and opaque colors, these towns seem to me so dull
Her face in
In a corner of her room on a Sunday afternoon
When all the world is dull and gray
She might close her eyes and sit, rocking gently for a bit
Till
truth quietly and clearly, and listen to the dull of the ignorant
They too have their stories
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious
I'm getting stupid sitting here
Waiting for the light to change
Shadows rearrange
My brain is dull, I'm holding on
We need to break these walls
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