And then -- Excuse from Pain --
And then -- those little Anodynes
That deaden suffering --
And then -- to go to sleep --
And then -- if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die -- "
Emily Dickinson
And then -- Excuse from Pain --
And then -- those little Anodynes
That deaden suffering --
And then -- to go to sleep --
And then -- if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die -- "
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Sorrow - by The National
Sorrow found me when I was young, Sorrow waited, sorrow won. Sorrow that put me on the pills, It's in my honey, it's in my milk. Don't leave my…
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Strange Girl - by The Airborne Toxic Event
It was an old song, From Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me that she sang. It was an old line, I kept with me with me with me when she rang. You're such a…
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Heart's A Mess - by Gotye
Pick apart The pieces of your heart And let me peer inside Let me in Where only your thoughts have been Let me occupy your mind As you do mine…
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