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November 22 Nancy BoyPlacebo
Nancy Boy
Alcoholic kind of mood
lose my clothes, lose my lube cruising for a piece of fun looking out for number one different partner every night so narcotic outta sight what a gas, what a beautiful ass. And it all breaks down at the role reversal, got the muse in my head she's universal, spinnin' me round she's coming over me. And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal, got the muse in my head she's universal, spinnin' me round she's coming over me. Kind of buzz that lasts for days had some help from insect ways comes across all shy and coy just another nancy boy. Woman man or modern monkey just another happy junkie fifty pounds, press my button going down. And it all breaks down at the role reversal got the muse in my head she's universal, spinnin' me round she's coming over me. And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal, got the muse in my head she's universal, spinnin' me round she's coming over me. Does his makeup in his room douse himself with cheap perfume eyeholes in a paper bag greatest lay I ever had kind of guy who mates for life gotta help him find a wife we're a couple, when our bodies double. And it all breaks down at the role reversal got the muse in my head she's universal, spinnin' me round she's coming over me. And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal, got the muse in my head she's universal, spinnin' me round she's coming over me. And it all breaks down at the role reversal, got the muse in my head she's universal, spinnin' me round she's coming over me. And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal, got the muse in my head she's universal, spinnin' me round she's coming over me. November 21 Dolore apaticoEro.
Eri.
Eravamo.
Il lato amaro dei confetti.
Ritrovarsi.
Non voglio.
Non devi.
Non puoi ...
Tutto sommato penso che...
Non c'è niente.
Ricordi...
Amari.
Dolci.
Venati d'amaro.
Controsensi.
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Non c'è
più niente
da fare.
Dimmi che è così.
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Piangere.
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Occhi purpurei non intaccano
il vuoto dell'anima.
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Che succede?
Non lo so.
Che succede?
Non lo so .
.
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Ora pugnalami un'altra volta
che tanto, sai
la sofferenza
non mi importa.
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Passato?
Tanti.
Presente?
Nessuno.
Io sono il passato.
Io ci sarei...
Se tu...
...Orgoglio
Mio Signore
Ti rinnego.
Non ci sono per nessuno.
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Non ci spero.
...E no, non ci credo nel futuro...
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Dolore apatico.
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November 10 Bullets (in my head)..." You don't need this disease, you don't
You don't need this disease, you don't You don't need this disease, you don't You don't need this disease, you don't You don't need this disease, you don't You don't need this disease, you don't You don't need this disease, you don't YOU DON'T NEED THIS DISEASE, YOU DON'T " ... Cit: Editors - Bullets
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