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Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’.
Someone told me not to cry.But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.Children, wake up.
Hold your mistake up
before they turn the summer into dust.If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causin’ rain storms,
turnin’ every good thing to rust.I guess we’ll just have to adjust.
With my lightnin’ bolts a glowin’,
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.With my lightnin’ bolts a glowin’,
I can see where I am goin’.
With my lightnin’ bolts a glowin’,
I can see where I am go — goin’!You better look out below!
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“I know you feel a bit down right now, but it’ll pass. Hey. You wanna break into my house and replace some of those hidden cameras you like so much? Would that cheer you up?”
Remy chuckled despite himself. “I may have done that already,” he whispered, smiling against Luke’s tee shirt when he heard him laugh too.
“That’s my boy,” Luke whispered back and kissed his temple.
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My deepest emotional relationships have always been with women. Did that mean I was a lesbian? But my sexual fantasies involved two male partners. Was I a gay boy trapped in a girl’s body?
The knowledge of a third option slept like a seed under the soil.
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No one would come, because he’d foolishly decided to ‘shake things up a bit’ and take a wrong turn home.”
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See black, see bloom
Died on an impulse over you
Caught like a corpse
Crawling round a dream and loving you
And she hangs on youth
Crushing any feet to fit the shoes
Stepping it out with a size 12 mouth
And cursing youSmall town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up againShe whored and she graced
Bitching with the bottle, saving face
Blowing it out as the jury’s doubt is laid to waste
See black, see bloom
Choked up on a heartburn, bleeding through
How does it feel when the ones that feed are biting youSmall town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up again -
we are not alone
and we are more alone
than we’ve ever been
so hurry up and lose me
hurry up and find me
again -
The Question wasn’t who wanted the victim dead, so much as who of those many people want it most..
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“Roses are red, blood is too, I like to solve mysteries— sometimes with you.”
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“I know you’ve told me everything but what I need to hear, Christopher, we must focus. You must focus.”
“Okay. Focus on this, Rachel. I don’t want to be reinvented. Or reincarnated. Or regurgitated. I’m not going to be named Petra or Paula or Patricia or anything else.”
“My God,” she said wearily. “Right-o. Have it your way. You can stay a bloody male if it means so much to you.”
“I am a bloody male. Of course it means that much!”
Sarcasm was wasted on her. It was like water off a Mandarin duck’s back. “What about Peder?”
“Nice. I can hear it now. Peder-phile. No.” -
“Look, don’t make me say you are my sunshine, or I’ll have to kill us both.” Gideon kissed his brow. “But you are, love. You are.”
