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Happiness is a Warm Gun
Sunday, January 29
Damn
Waiting for that era of virtual smoking which will make sixteen hour flights bearable and bar crawls on a freezing New York night make sense.Why would they do this to us when we're all going to die anyway?
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When you can't speak anymore
Lies
Wake up
Cheers Darling
No title
Redrum
Feeling groovy
Stop!
There's a world out there
Freedom
Sunk
Damn
G'morn
Bushed
What in the world
Song remains the same
Party time on friday night
Come play with me
Merely information?
Careful with that axe,Eugene
No
Shhhh...
Going Down
Down again
Desire
Never
Got that?
Double up
Wild nights
On high
Muckers
Everyday
Recognise me?
Everybody's changing
Going nowhere
Perfection
My ghost
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