June 2009
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“my colour, my flavour. not playing their games.
my devil, my saviour. my...”
– dice fly high (my flavour)
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lyrics on my mind today...
amyfitzpatrick:
It was a five-band bill, A two-dollar show. I saw the van out in front From Idaho, And the girl passed out In the backseat trash. There were no way they’d make Even a half a tank of gas. They looked sick and stoned And strangely dressed. No one showed From the local press. But I watched them walk Through the bottom land, And I wished that I played In a rock &...
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