"Dirty on the Canvas."
She kept away from the heart the things unseen.
I don’t want to be your monkey boy
But my cymbals are crashing
My teeth oh they chatter
Cause I’m cold, cold, cold
Without your claps, claps, claps
And I don’t know, know know
If this is ever, ever gonna stop.
The Lousy Truth 102:
I had forgotten how much I liked
having my head held.
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