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| Untitled 7 Hey you What’s your line? Don’t use it on me Just talk to me straight Who knows Maybe, you’ll find Someone you like 8-2-91 |
| Untitled 8 Darkness settles on the land Out of the mist There comes a bright light I follow it In hopes that I’ll find what it is In hopes that I’ll find you No, all it is Is a will-o-the-wisp 8-2-91 |
| Untitled 9 A lizard suns itself on a rock A hawk swoops down And now the lizard won’t Ever see the sun again 8-2-91 |
| Untitled 10 That one-celled thing Crawled from the ocean It’s to blame For starting man-kind 8-2-91 |
| Untitled 11 I was here I was there You were here You were there So where is everybody else? 8-2-91 |
| Untitled 12 The fires of Hell burn That bright beacon of light Beckoning to al my friends who believe 8-2-91 |
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