Favorite Joanna Lyrics

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and you've changed so o o ome

During my shittiest year I broke down to the "Why the long face" part in Sawdust and Diamonds

wherever you go,
little runaway bunny,
I will find you.
And then she ran,
as they're liable to do.

Any of the ones where she describes sex with Andy Samberg

I'll wait for you,
alongside the ocean,
and make do
with my no-skin.
But then, Long-life,
will you let me in?
And then, Slow-heart,
are you gonna know him?
Long-life, speak your name.
I wait, while I decry the wait.
And when I die, may I relate:
Slow heart, congregate.

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Until then we pray and suspend
the notion that these lives
do never end

The ties that bind they are barbed and spined

Daddy long legs ;)

You finally "come around" then?

AH NA NANANA NA NANANANNA NA NA NA NA NA NA - peach plum pear

And Emily, I saw you last night by the river

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So we all raise a standard
To which the wise and honest soul may repair
To which a hunter
A hundred years from now, may look and despair
And see with wonder
The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
Swearing that our hair stood on end
To see John Purroy Mitchel depart

For the Western front where our work might count
O mercy! O God!
Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone
And what lies under the city is gone

Look and despair
Look and despair

Last night, again
You were in my dreams
Several expendable limbs were at stake

Never get so attached to a poem
You forget truth that lacks lyricism

Now I'm listening to milkeyed mender again, are you happy op?

>I killed my dinner, with karate
>Kick em in the face, taste the body
>Shallowwwww work, is the work that I do

Fuck forgot pic

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Can you hear me? Will you listen?
Don't come near me. Don't go missing
And in the lissome light of evening:
Help me, Cosmia; I'm grieving

I picture you rising up in the morning
Stretching out on your boundless bed
Beating a clear path to the shower
Scouring yourself red

No one knows what is coming,
Or who will harvest what we have sown,
Or how I've been dulling and dumbing,
In the service of the heart alone.
Or how I am worn to the bone by the river,
And in the river made of light,
I'm your little life-giver,
I will give my life.