When you get sick,
In the end you hate your healthiest friends.

This is a family if you are drunk enough,
So drink on.

This kind of light says it all: “Here we are, bring on the fog!
What's more violent then the proteins of a teenage boy?”

I didn't come here to sing,
I just came to help you get some sleep.

Don't let the sky falling down keep you from dancing.

Here’s what we know (and no one else really needs to know):
My brother’s slow – it took him 40 years to die at a desk
(lucky for us.)

Is this a language-game? Is that all that we’re trading in? When your hair grows back you will find this:

(1) Men ruin all this
(2) Women will wreck their hearts with prayer, ugly hosannas (that’s how).
(4) You’ll dance in midair.

These boys laugh at all these women who wreck their hearts with prayer.
With ugly hosannas – that’s how you dance in midair.

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