My Saturday started with me- no wig, no shoes- shouting Pulp lyrics at a metal head.
It all ended with ambulances.
He was resisting the incubator.
-Dagger
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- This Is The End Of The Line.
- We Hate This City.
- Everyday Should Be Like This Song
- Writing You Love Letters...
- Children.
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- I Listen To Rock And Roll
- The Real Damage
- Losing My Religion
- One Two Three, One Two Three.
- SEX SHOULDN'T BE COMFY!
- Walking Home Happy.
- My Daddy Was A Bank Robber.
- I'm Just A City Boy.
- Going back to child play...
- Let's Find Another Song.
- He Looks Like He Hates Everyone.
- Kinda Dancing Though Not At All
- Three is the magic number
- Some Girls They Have Natural Ease...
- Don't Tell Me Truth Hurts Little Girl
- Outlined In Chalk.
- Fuck This
- Curl Up And Die
- I Know You Could.
- This Sucks.
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- Mother I Can Feel The Soil Falling Over My Head
- We Cannot Cling To Those Dreams.
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- I'm Not Calling You A Liar...
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- Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime
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- Would You Love Me More If I Had Hair?
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