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Chord Title
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I Need The Angel
Im A Hypnogogic Terrorist Im A Hypochodriac Blessed. With The Knowledge Of Everyone Whos Dead And The Ways The Ways The Ways They All Dressed. I Feel My Bile Rising Like So Many Red Blue Jeans. Tell M
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Cordelia
Its So Easy Oh So Easy. To Fall Into Someone Else. Its So Easy To Write A Song. When You Cant Write Poetry. Love Speaks Not In Words. Love Speaks In Silence.
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Vaseline For Lillian Gish
Two Margaritas And An Antacid The Last Supper Of The Pleonastic. Tell Me What You See In Me And Ill Tell You Why Its Plastic. Something Borrowed Something New. Take Another Face From The Shelf. What E
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Girl Week
Wish My Voice Was A Little Deeper When I Try To Sing. Wish My Path Was A Little Clearer But I Cant Have Everything. Knew A Man Rode Into Town Said He Knew Just About Everything. Barmaid Shot Him Dead