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His body seemed to have been taken over by some alien force
After dinner there would be reading, then talking, to be sure
I didn’t even have to cook much
Staring at each other, we were exchanging some signal
The topic was not new
I don’t understand anything you’re saying
At a loss as to where to go or what to do
Where’d the hell you come from?
Too late, too late, we both noticed the time
It’s not up to us to discuss this, is it?
At first I explored the town
ein zwei drei
Nothing wrong with it
Gone Fishing
Life has its ironies
Thought you’d gone without saying goodbye
Nowhere is safe these days
There is evidence of styling gel
I never thought about the important things
He turned around and a shudder ran along his spine
There was so much I didn’t understand
It makes sense to me
The palace will soon be ours
How did it get so easy to be anonymous?
Gone Fishing
I’m starting to believe I’m invincible
The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don’t know
So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance
I do think I carried things off rather well
I think you’ve covered all my points
Does anybody tell the truth around here?
Inside, some people were talking
My house is your house
But there was just him, and the blackness, and silence
This was where they sighted the bear
The lost years had not proven all bad, though
But a dream is a true experience of a sort
You could have come there anytime you wanted
He felt like he had never been there before
I was a bad girl trying to be good
It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use
There were always flies in the window, beating themselves against the glass
Isn’t it funny how we close our eyes and enter a strange world we’ve made up?
I’m not used to being turned down. Not used to that at all
This story is not your life
But life will be books for you, from here on
Where had the shine gone when it disappeared off everything?
O please take me with you! I can’t bear to be left again!
Everything naturally flowed toward mediocrity
His father would often yell at him for breaking a glass

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