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Somethings Always Wrong |||||

Another day I call and never speak And you would say nothing...

Stories I Tell |||||

with your middle finger; then hit the fifth fret of the low ...

She Cried |||||

oh the strain on her heart she believed a lying blackheart p...

So Alive |||||

Soft between these sheets I shiver C * My thoughts collide a...

Scenes From A Vinyl Recliner |||||

high on a wire poised for an imminent fall clowns always smi...

Something To Say |||||

{verse1} He's got a thing about losin' control carries it a ...

Serpent Skin |||||

I will shed my tears like a serpent's skin In the company of...