Fraudulent
Miracles, Make Miracles Seem Shit
Rice Paper Princess (I Guess too poor for flesh...fuck you)
In the mist above perfection
Rain On The Parade
Me that's crowding daylight
and the hole inside the hood of a saint.
And never the two shall meet
Said the tiger to its greatest fan
The amount of love you wish to give is more than i can stand...
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[Edited on Dec 22, 2003 9:40AM]