Tee hee.


Muse me, Use me.talk sin to meMuse me, Use me.
my precious state i'll bottle your words and let them grow cold
and stiff i'll sell them to the broken spirits those saints ain't gonna hold me down for long
i weave a web
of the softest silk where you can make a bed and rest wait til you sleep you see i am the night but you look to the moon when you wake if you wake
beckoned by a tomb mistaken for light i am your lady laced in your sight you know you want that kitty-kat give me some poetry forsaken syllables &nbs
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"Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly.
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"Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly.
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You'd better hope and pray that you'll make it safe back to your own world.
You'd better hope and pray that you'll wake one day in your own world...
...only time will tell if you can break the spell back in your own world.
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We the unwilling
Led by the unknowing
Are doing the impossible
For the ungrateful
We've done so much for so long
With so little
That we are now qualified
To do anything
With nothing
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