| the apartment |
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come peer into the dark corners |
| black & blue heart |
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love is a many splintered thing |
| day after day |
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know when to say when |
| die laughing |
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you must remember to forget, or at least forget to remember |
| down through the eye |
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we all have our weaknesses |
| every saint needs a sinner |
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you can be the saint, alacartoona will be your sinner |
| first contact |
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love is a russian spy novel |
| fluff and tickle |
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alacartoona is a very bad girl |
| for us |
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somewhere, there is a road paved with good intentions |
| glass of gin |
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archibald, in particular, is fond of the stuff |
| happier than i realized |
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let's go out on a limb and try a song about drinking |
| here by the train |
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recognizing the inevitable does not reduce the pain |
| hiding the body |
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once in a while, men come in handy |
| the honey won't soothe the sting |
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never date a musician |
| hoochy |
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alacartoona loves and leaves as she sees fit |
| (today, my dear) i'm yours |
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learn the chorus to this one, there will be a test |
| just a drink or two |
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before you judge a man, walk a moon in his thigh-high boots |
| ladies |
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alacartoona is an equal opportunity lover |
| last train to paris |
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nothing prepares us for love |
| the lesson |
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when will you learn? |
| loves his lover |
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ménage à fromage |
| natasha (dark days) |
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it's the 'i love rock & roll' of the 2000's |
| nothing at all |
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would you prefer a lover who won't return or who can't return? |
| perpetual gin |
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the devil's daughters are quite lovely |
| remark on the days |
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do you remember when we used to be in love? |
| ruby's lament (ich bin sie) |
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i am love, i am life, i am you |
| sailor joe |
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a maritime ode to free love and tattoos |
| seems for days |
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it's all gone... |
| sheets in 3 |
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who am i? how did i get here? |
| simple lies |
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hello suckers |
| take the bait |
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it can suck you down into the burning coals |
| turn away |
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you who is without sin, cast the first stone |
| the walk |
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how far will we go to destroy ourselves? |
| we all come down |
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a balm or a blade? depends on your rank |
| whirls around |
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spheres within spheres, spinning through infinity |
| willkommen |
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that's german for 'howdy' |