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i think i'm gonna be a bricklayer so i can put another brick in the wall. 
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sweetheart of the song tra bong
 
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Or drown slowly off the coast. And be heading nowhere. 
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what's the difference, really? the weight of the bricks drowns, the force of the wall might as well be that of the sea floor. gloom! 
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fell off a thirty story roof.   splat went his head, and know he is posted   in     www.rotten.com 
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6 a.m.,   day after Christmas   I throw some clothes on in the dark   the smell of cold   car seat is freezing   the world is sleeping   I am   numb     up the stairs   to her apartment   she is balled up on the couch   her mom and dad   went down to Charlotte   they're not home to find us out     and we drive   now that I   have found someone   I'm feeling more alone   than I ever have before     she's a brick and I'm   drowning slowly   off the coast and I'm   headed nowhere   she's a brick and I'm   drowning slowly     they call her name   at 7:30   I pace around the parking lot   then I walk down   to buy her flowers   and sell some gifts that I got     can't you see,   it's not me you're dying for?   now she's feeling more alone   than she ever has before     she's a brick and I'm   drowning slowly   off the coast and I'm   headed nowhere   she's a brick and I'm   drowning slowly     as weeks went by   it showed that she was not fine   they told me, "Son, it's time   to tell the truth" and   she broke down   and I broke down   'cause I was tired...   of lying     driving back   to her apartment   for the moment we're alone   yeah, she's alone   and I'm alone   and now I know it     she's a brick and I'm   drowning slowly   off the coast and I'm   headed nowhere   she's a brick and I'm   drowning slowly 
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my heart feels like a brick 
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one of my earliest memories is of watching mr. rogers' neighborhood and learning how walls are made. 
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Brick is a friend of Flatworm.   http://republika.pl/bizun/strips/index.html 
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he is afraid of his house because it is the site of his loss, a battlefield littered with the dying shapes of desire. he can do nothing other than rattle around, shaking his hands. he comes to sleep in my house, where i live surrounded and sustained by my own unfinished castles, since i am dependent on their inchoate forms that promise me a place to set down another brick, should i happen to find one. 
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Psst... psst...
 
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Get layed. 
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what's it to you? 
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blather  
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