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Ownz
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Of all I knew, her held too few.
And would you stop me, if I try to stop you. Old songs stay 'til the end. Sad songs remind me of friends. And the way it is, I could leave it all And I ask myself, would you care at all. When I drive alone at night, I see the streetlights as fairgrounds And I tried a hundred times to see the road signs as Day-Glo. Old songs, stay till the end. Sad songs, remind me of friends. And the way it is, I could leave it all And I ask myself, would you care at all.
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die 'til it doesn't hurt
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instrumental - Gabriel Yared - Le Petit Nicolas
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ugh
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die 'til it doesn't hurt
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edit: lyrics, right...
Over the moor, take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And I'll lay me down Over the moor, take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And I'll lay me down Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads Oh John, you'll never be a man And you'll never see your home again Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Edward, see those alluring lights ? Tonight will be your very last night A woman said : "I know my son is dead I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head" Hindley wakes and Hindley says : Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says : "Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone" But fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Hindley wakes and says : Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says : "Oh, whatever he has done, I have done" But this is no easy ride For a child cries : "Oh, find me ... find me, nothing more We are on a sullen misty moor We may be dead and we may be gone But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side Until the day you die This is no easy ride We will haunt you when you laugh Yes, you could say we're a team You might sleep You might sleep You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! Oh, you might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !" Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Oh, find me, find me ! Find me ! I'll haunt you when you laugh Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! Oh ... Over the moors, I'm on the moor Oh, over the moor Oh, the child is on the moor
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Apocalyptic Poster
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awesome song:
there was a guy an under water guy who controlled the sea got killed by ten million pounds of sludge from new york and new jersey this monkey's gone to heaven the creature in the sky got sucked in ahole now there's a hole in the sky and the ground's not cold and if the ground's not cold everything is gonna burn we'll all take turns i'll get mine, too this monkey's gone to haven rock me joe! if man is 5 if man is 5 if man is 5 then the devil is 6 then the devil is 6 then the devil is 6 then the devil is 6 then the devil is 6 then god is 7 then god is 7 then god is 7 this monkey's gone to heaven |
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Minion of Satan
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BUFFY
Life's a show And we all play our parts And when the music starts We open up our hearts Its alright If some things come out wrong We’ll sing a happy song And you can't sing along Where theres life, theres hope Everydays a gift Wishes can, come true Whistle while, you work So hard, all day To be like other girls To fit in, in this glittering world Don’t give me songs Don’t give me songs Give me something to sing about I need something to sing about Lifes a song You don’t get to rehearse And every single verse Can make it that much worse Still my friends don’t know why I ignore The million things or more I should be dancing for All the joy life sends Family and friends All the twists and bends Knowing that it ends Well that depends On if they let you go On if they know enough to know That when you bowed You leave the crowed There was no pain No fear no doubt Til they pulled me out Of heaven So that’s my refrain I live in hell Cause I've been expelled from heaven I think I was in heaven So give me something to sing about Please give me something SPIKE Life's not a song Life isn’t bliss Life is just this Its living You’ll get along The pain that you feel You only can heal by living You have to go on living So one of us is living DAWN The hardest thing in this world is to live in it SWEET Now that was a show-stoping number |
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