Killer Songs
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The Bar
The Kitchen
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I don't want to go home
drifting away
to where the angels would play like you'd almost forgotten
and then on with the next breath so impossibly new
like the curve of your waist all warm and ceramic and smooth
i dont want to go home
i want to come home
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