| 1. The Jonbenet - Bartleby |
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The tea kettle called it arson But I assured him it was only treason! It was only treason! Bought with a passion and sold for less than a fortune! ...
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| 2. The Jonbenet - Eleventh Century Folklore |
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Arched back and a couple of slit wrists. How often can you tell me that I can't love you? Just maybe I can. Just maybe I can! Somehow I'll break...
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| 3. The Jonbenet - Behold, The White Whore |
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The speakeasy parlor was filled with many a fair lady, Fallen victim to another mind rape by their Christian fathers. "It was never easy to show them...
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| 4. The Jonbenet - It Made Them Sick |
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It Made Them Sick I'm a waste of human skin that a better brain could go in a living pile of shit who gets sick at the thought of it my heart is...
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| 5. The Jonbenet - Eating Lightning Pt. 1 |
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Frozen! Oh, how I wish I was. This time tonight couldn't be any better. Freezing! Oh, how uncertain I am! The places, the faces.. Where have I gone? ...
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| 6. The Jonbenet - Dramarama |
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Images burnt into my brain, Sharper than knives. This cat-scan fever consumes us all! This lump in our throat grows bigger. Sooner or later this...
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| 7. The Jonbenet - Trophy Wives |
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Shake! Shake! Shake loose that single gleam of hope left in your chest. Gone are the days of sunshine, I promise. Breath-taking photographs of dreams...
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| 8. The Jonbenet - Scratch The Roman Numerals |
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I fell asleep on your gun again late last night, It was warmer than before. My eyes are burning! For every sigh I hear, I’ll roll over so you can...
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| 9. The Jonbenet - Stolen Home |
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Hold on just a God damn minute, This commercial is yet to be over! And I can't wait to try this knife out, I seriously can't wait! Yellow paint...
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| 10. The Jonbenet - Devils |
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Devils Things can happen in an instant, and things can go unnoticed, and things can be blurted out without question I know I have no reason to feel...
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| 11. The Jonbenet - Eating Lightning Pt. Ii |
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One hundred and eighty days have passed since I've been here Trapped deep inside this white beast We are it's hands we are it's blood We are it's...
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