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Maintenance

*Maintenance* I’ve got to do some inside Maintenance, beforeI can even consider having company. I’ve got way too much junk in here, and although I could use some company, I’m dreading the ringing of the doorbell, becauseI am far from

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Empire

*Empire* I will take these two hands and with cracked then bloody knuckles I’ll build an Empire.I will build a fortress out of rubble,I’ll wear myself down to a stubble.I will then make an autonomous list:Then I will rulewith an

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Heart of the Matter

*Heart of the Matter* She’s got something inside that beats within me.It sure beats being alone…And it beats you, too.Sorry. :0( Not trying to break your heart, but…hmm…how do I break this to you… You don’t have a heart. You’ve

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On a Hot Tin Roof

*On a Hot Tin Roof* She’s so uptown fly she’ont needAviation Classes.She’s so smokin’ tan cool she’ont needCouture Sunglasses… Fit this airshow pilot with some goggles and strapped galoshes,And Watch her Take Off. *** Her proximity to the sun helps

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Recycled Lyrics

*Recycled Lyrics* We may not be able to share one another’s HeadphonesBut I think I know what you meant.You may say,“That was a great song,”Time after Time,Since there isNo Art Known to ManThat is harder to capture in words than

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Supermassive Black Hole Ablaze

*Supermassive Black Hole Ablaze* Your Effigy is my MuseAnd it Ignites as ILight the Fuse. My affection was carved in stone—It was a monumentBeloved—to Behold…Now the world is watching it burn.Burn, baby, burn. *** S-B-H is my MuseAnd it Ignites

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More for Me

*More for Me* Tonight she told me that she’s gained a few pounds…Then I felt like doing backflips.Not because there’s “more of her to love…” but because there’s now less for the world. So Bon Appétit!Have some more Po’ boys!Help

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Sign

*Sign* Jay’s BBQ Potato Chips—2/$5Only we are too busy trying to read each other. We both roam about this aisle—But neither is making a move. I feel the tension as strongly as the Peach Snapple that’s in my hands,but without

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The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth

*The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth”* Gagged:I recall.Bound:I felt that much.Detained:Jailed without chains.The rest is a blurand that’s whatI prefer. Not a single hour went by that I didn’t have my bell rung.So excuse me if it’s all a

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Multiple Choice: So Leave it Open-Ended

*Multiple Choice: So Leave it Open-Ended* Sometimes being gun-shy isn’t due to the fear of pulling the trigger…but because you’re constantly readjusting your aim. Because Ms. Right Now could become Mrs. Wife:When if you waited longer, you could’ve wifed Ms.

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