{"id":702,"date":"2016-02-18T08:43:30","date_gmt":"2016-02-18T13:43:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=702"},"modified":"2016-02-18T08:43:30","modified_gmt":"2016-02-18T13:43:30","slug":"partner-in-crime","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=702","title":{"rendered":"Partner in Crime"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I stalk this region. I&#8217;m the rule that runs this game.<br \/>\nLike darts of icy wind I whistle through your brain.<br \/>\nI drive you to the street with eyes red and insane.<br \/>\nYou might do anything to loose my ball and chain.<br \/>\nAnd my name is pain. Desperation&#8217;s my terrain.<br \/>\nPain. Like needles running through a vein.<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t deceive you like a lover gone astray.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll never leave you, though you scream, &quot;please go away.&quot;<br \/>\nUnless I&#8217;m satisfied, I&#8217;ll haunt your every day.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ll buy me guns and drugs and anything I say.<br \/>\nAnd my name is pain. No use to cry again.<br \/>\nPain. Endless is my song&#8217;s refrain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I stalk this region. I&#8217;m the rule that runs this game. Like darts of icy wind I whistle through your brain. I drive you to the street with eyes red and insane. 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