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Pity Me

Pity me, this mess you see a wretch, a livid devil! questions of your troubled love seem never up to surface but old Lamont is sad and gaunt and maybe never sadder than when his many, many friends are none to ask the matter pity me, you must agree our age is ever-dawning failure though, you may well know will answer often softly oh, poor Belle has lots to tell of decadence and malice what more could plague this pretty post-rock girl from upper Dallas pity me, apologies to all my bygone victims

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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