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it is my fault i swear
god will put golden leeches in my birkenstocksit is my fault i swear
the winter wind is stern queer and deadit is my fault i swear
it was the warden's word nevermoreit is my fault i swear
kathy acker's leering glanceit is my fault i swear
the year that ends laughs lastit is my fault i swear
is night dark bartenderit is my fault i swear
it is fernwood tonight dumb workerit is my fault i swear
it was the word's word: ungerit is my fault i swear
the call of the wild is guy fawkes dayit is my fault i swear
another heineken and bugs shlottenderit is my fault i swear
it is rae armantrouts fault bitetenderit is my fault i swear
toast for every wall tigerit is my fault i swear
toasts for every hair over a hundred