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And I Sing And Sing Of Awful Things The Pleasure That My Sadness Brings.

Love's An Excuse To Get Hurt And To Hurt. Do You Like To Hurt? I Do, I Do Then Hurt Me.

Why Are You Scared To Dream Of God When It's Salvation That You Want?

Little Soldier, Little Insect You Know War It Has No Heart It Will Kill You In The Sunshine Or Happily In The The Dark Where Kindness Is A Card Game Or A Bent Up Cigarette In The Trenches, In The Hard Rain With A Bullet And A Bet.

I Really Just Want To Be Warm Yellow Light That Pours Over Everyone I Love.