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Conningsby Close
Contributed by
somedude
on
Friday, 22nd June 2007 @ 08:12:48 PM in AEST
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Ying yang, you are and you know. Your ways arent the stars Just a dot on the infinite skies Erased, as your god spits upon it.
Hoary your pale fortune stands as the Drunken glass so empty so eventual.
To easy papa said cruel is sexy. So why dont you stay ingnue person, As my heart still remains inhospitable. Egog, egog oh egog Juvenile such lips become.
Chicken little sometimes knows What his talking about. Lickin his wings, throwing bones up the clouds As he waits for the great gig in the sky.
King, king down the Road turn the coming Left go straight and turn Left again a motel stands your way. The nails will come one with black flesh. The wooden cross will taste like silver It will carry you and on and on again Till we reach and know Conningsby Close.
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2007-06-22 20:12:48] (Date/Time posted on
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