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keep loving, keep fighting

and you can tell from the state of my room that they let me out too soon, and the pills that i ate came a couple years too late. and i've got some issues to work through, there i go again, pretending to be you.

vierge post-moderne

ordning och reda, pengar på fredrik

ten short years of progressive change, fifty fucking years of calling us names. one step forward, five steps back. we tell the truth, they turn up the laugh track.

AND YOU WON'T SEE ME SURRENDER, YOU WON'T HEAR ME CONFESS, 'CAUSE YOU LEFT ME WITH NOTHING

(du)

I sing sometimes for the war that I fight 'cause every tool is a weapon - if you hold it right.

i could be more practical, but honey, i can't have it all

just in case i cover for the worst, just in case i fail and disappointment is too much