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Would You Say You’re in Love
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No More Words
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It’s Just a Kiss Away
Kissing Your Neck
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Who Do Voodoo on You
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No More Bones for You
the Power of a Daydream
Undecided
a Graveyard Gives
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In Bed at Cheteau Marmont
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Perfect July Nite in L.A.
Independent Lens
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Where It All Begins
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and That’s Why She’s Always
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one pay check away
be my everyday
Take the Change
i don't even know her name
be myself
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Poetry 101: Ecstatic Vision
D.C. Blues
Dear Pittsburgh Penguins
a Hot Mess
Yeah You |
who do Voodoo on you
city lights they shine like souls
blinking in the black of the night
they remind me of those drones
who don't know who they are
and you've gone away so far
to make a clean get-a-way
oh, by the dock on the Bay
on your big big get-a-way
but you can't escape
you're gonna have to wait
'cause time's not on your side
it's turned a blind eye on you
karma's caught up with you
now you have to pay
yeah, now you have to pay
unless you wanna play
play or pay to live another day
just to live another day
just to live another day
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
who do Voodoo on you
who do Voodoo on you
who do Voodoo on you
you shouldn't have to ask that
but you turned a blind eye
never stopped to wonder why
never cried for some one else
never looked down from 21st
'til night met red morning light
when city lights look like souls
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
who do Voodoo on you
who do Voodoo on you
who do Voodoo on you
always chasin' some fools gold
you can't catch the wind
like paper -n- fire - before you die
no one will have to utter "why"
written saturday morn october 25th '08
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