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Comments about Dean Gowler
Fake Plastic Teeth
Taken by your hand down to the sea
Drown me in your frothy, dead and twisted emotions
Pat me on the back till i am blind
Oh yeah, that love the poisoned tree from which i picked your fruit
That condemnation that you sing like a sweet love song
You try to keep pulling me along the road to nowhere
When all i wanted to do was follow a yellow brick road
You kept pounding at the brain, in the rain, in my brain
Forgive me as i dodge your sucker punch
And as i give you a reverse Churchill v-sign
With a look of happy sarcasm in my eyes
Your sentiment just dont ring ...