you're gonna make me lonesome when you go
(so i) went to see the gypsy
never gonna be the same again
the triumph of our tired eyes
grief is not quantifiable
her despair reeks of alcohol
(you are a) shadow on the sun
(and) i am the highway
spread your love
something so wild
under the surface
sundazed to the core
satisfy my soul
(with) tones of home
(and your) new york serenade
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hmm, i use them (alot) see?!
glad you got past it...
non-sequiters in this case are
random song lyrics and some filler
i added - i hear it's a good way
to break a block
and it's FUN!
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