| 1. Love Like...electrocution - With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like A Wildcat |
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She took the whip, tried to give him a cut across the face, she spat like a wildcat... her eyes were icy blue as he fell to the ground, eyes filled...
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| 2. Love Like...electrocution - The Graduate Walks With A Distant Gait |
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Get this bus moving, get it moving, get this bus moving. still trying to catch her breath. still trying to catch her breath, she turned her face to...
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| 3. Love Like...electrocution - The Truth Of The Matter Is That I Am Satan And On Guitars We Have The Devils. This Is Devil Music. |
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I quite fancy, being a famous public figure. I quite fancy the role. I find it necessary. Hitherto satirical. Hitherto satanical. I quite fancy,...
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| 4. Love Like...electrocution - I May Have Cried A River For Him, But He's No Depardieu |
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He stepped right out of his shoes and kept walking into the green sunset. The twisted carcasses of slain ice dwarts, icicles forming on their stringy...
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| 5. Love Like...electrocution - Das Plague (it's French For Germans) |
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Everyone agreed that they were out of place there the town itself... a town without pigeons without trees without gardens out our citizens work hard...
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| 6. Love Like...electrocution - Hunger Like Numb Toes On An Oslo Sidewalk |
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Lying awake in my attic room... a clock struck six, a clock struck, i am inexperienced... but i can do whatever you give me to do, where does this...
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| 7. Love Like...electrocution - This Charade Has Lasted Well Past The Curtain's Call |
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It's curtains for universality, the applause has faded away, and with that damp musty smell, we're left staring at days, hours, weeks, of...
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| 8. Love Like...electrocution - The Tropics Of Cancer, Capricorn And A Smashed Face |
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Not a crumb of dirt anywhere we are all alone here and we are dead. Not a crumb of dirt anywhere we are all alone here and we are dead. I am a...
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| 9. Love Like...electrocution - We've Built Our Tombs And Now We're Sleeping In Them |
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We mowed our ways into cemetaries we've earmarked suburbs we've earmarked morgues paris is alive parisians in all the streets paris is alive we turn...
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| 10. Love Like...electrocution - Tips For Avoiding The Clap: 1. I Wouldn't Piss On A Scorpion If It Was On Fire. |
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Still blue, man he was. silence falls in the saloon crowd, as he heads for the street and runs... it ain't the first time, it ain't the first time...
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