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Trophy Scars Hospital Music For The Aesthetics Of Language

Lirieke

Trophy Scars. Hospital Music For The Aesthetics Of Language. ..and That's Where They Found My Body. Trofee Scars. Hospitaal Musiek Vir Die estetika van taal. .. En dis waar hulle gevind My Liggaam.
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Those Are the Dead stars Those Are the Dead stars You said you'd drown in my words Pushed by the ink of my pen Those Are the dead stars He climbs to

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Lirieke

Trophy Scars. Hospital Music For The Aesthetics Of Language. Designed Like Dice. Trofee Scars. Hospitaal Musiek Vir Die estetika van taal. Hou ontwerp Dice.
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Statistically sorry For the last album we wrote Babababababababababa Sincerely sorry For missing the notes It was love They were loved And they promised

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Lirieke

Trophy Scars. Hospital Music For The Aesthetics Of Language. Sleep Little Nemo. Trofee Scars. Hospitaal Musiek Vir Die estetika van taal. Slaap Little Nemo.
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Sleep Little Nemo You're covered in leaves You're digging too deep So Sleep Little Nemo You won't have an alibi For what the cops will find Their bullets

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Lirieke

Trophy Scars. Hospital Music For The Aesthetics Of Language. The Hair-trigger Flamenco. Trofee Scars. Hospitaal Musiek Vir Die estetika van taal. Die hare-sneller Flamenco.
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Lost; I thought you were lost? I keep on hiding from this Winter is moving east towards New Jersey will encompass A harbored glacier ice storm Now no

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Lirieke

Trophy Scars. Hospital Music For The Aesthetics Of Language. There Are Ghosts. Trofee Scars. Hospitaal Musiek Vir Die estetika van taal. Is daar spoke.
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I'm not screaming as loud as I'm dying but since you're judging I'll start running Sing to me like you used to Sing to me and put me to sleep I'm gonna

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Lirieke

Trophy Scars. Hospital Music For The Aesthetics Of Language. Lindsay And The Endless Wall Of Alarm Clocks. Trofee Scars. Hospitaal Musiek Vir Die estetika van taal. Lindsay en die eindelose muur van Alarm Clocks.
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pour Of matadors And escalators Dead on elevators Those words on the sun Are meant for everyone Coded in puns And smelling like blood She's screaming "Save me" It's easy K is for

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