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9/5/2017 9:44:29 PM
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Write lyrics see if folks know the song
Extra ordinarily
Pretty teeth
Beauty lingers
Out of reach
You're my dc
Oh lee oh oh
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1 Replyi know that you could snap my neck, but i trust you'll save my life instead. because our love is a loyalty sworn if we hold to our hope then i know we can weather the storm. whatever they say - come what may
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2 RepliesI crewed on a fair golden ship that Went down at the dawn of the world We mutinied and sentenced our captain to die ‘Fore our sails had barely unfurled We sank shortly after our riot Wanton flame and our powder kegs met While I swam for my life there came voices aloft Joyful, unearthly and dread Singing of a violent, tireless mystery That one would give his life to save his enemy Too bone-tired to keep my arms moving To swim or even grasp after straws The undertow drew me down into its cold And infinite indigo jaws I heard singing of a violent Tireless mystery That one would give his life to Save his enemy I thought I must be dead or dreaming When my captain, still battered, betrayed Pulled me up, laid me over the beam he’d clung to Breathed his last and sank under the waves Your body is a bridge Across an endless sea Your body is a bridge Across an endless sea
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"Junk, -blam!-"
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When you walked into the room It happened oh so soon I didn't want to know Does it really have to go You mystify me
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All you great men of power, you who boast of your feats Politicians and entrepreneurs Can you safeguard your breath in the night while you sleep? Keep your heart beating steady and sure? As you lie in your bed, does the thought haunt your head That you’re really rather small? If there’s one thing I know in this life, we are beggars all All you champions of science and rulers of men Can you summon the sun from its sleep? Does the earth seek your counsel on how fast to spin? Can you shut up the gates of the deep? Don’t you know that all things hang as if by a string over darkness, poised to fall? If there’s one thing I know in this life, we are beggars all. All you big shots that swagger and stride with conceit Did you devise how your frame would be formed? If you’d be raised in a palace or live out in the streets? Or choose the place or the hour you’d be born? Tell me what can you claim? Not a thing, not your name Tell me if you can recall just one thing, Not a gift, in this life Can you hear what’s been said? Can you see now that everything’s grace after all? If there’s one thing I know in this life We are beggars all
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When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
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You’re so cold to touch-you and your heart, And when I care too much, we fall apart. We gather ourselves and we start again; It feels like we’re trying to catch the wind.
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AMERICA, -blam!- YEAH
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Your life can end inside a moment It slips by the more you try to hold it It's all right 'cause everybody knows it Life's like a trigger when you pull it, like a bullet
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Well, Americans What, nothin' better to do? Why don't you kick yourself out? You're an immigrant too Who's usin' who? What should we do? Well, you can't be a pimp And a prostitute too
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1 ReplyEdited by Spicy Water: 11/2/2017 5:38:08 AM[b][u][i]M I N I N G A W A Y [/i][/u][/b]
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2 RepliesI wanna be gay! Cuz you're -blam!-ed and I wanna savour it! But its cool. After smashing you, ill pay pal you 2k. Oh no, you getting mad? Gonna knock the phone right out of my hand? That shit was -blam!-ing absurd, you're a rapper who can't resolve shit with words? Talk like you eatin some paste, Ay! Is that your IQ or your age? Ay! Say to your audience face, Ay! How Jacob sartorious tastes! Ay look afraid, must've seen a ghost writer, well ditto little bitch but im not scared to show mine...
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2 RepliesWhere did he come from, Where did he go, Cotten eye joe
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4 RepliesWish we could turn back time
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1 ReplyYou piss upon my candle So proving you're a fake
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3 RepliesEdited by Catty_Wampus22: 10/26/2017 5:38:00 AMA groan of tedium escapes me Startling the fearful Is this a test? It has to be Otherwise I can't go on Draining patience, drain vitality This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old But I'm still right here Giving blood, keeping faith And I'm still right here
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Edited by FelifluxMadness: 12/5/2017 8:48:52 AMSand rains down and here I sit Holding rare flowers in a tomb [spoiler]in bloom[/spoiler]
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1 ReplyToll due, bad dream come true I lie dead gone under red sky
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Edited by FelifluxMadness: 12/5/2017 9:08:53 AMThrough the summer rain of 1845 Their coach had finally arrived [spoiler]To the valley where crossroads meet below, and Where all evil seems to grow People blame it on the hill The hill where no one dares to go The mansion Where no one dares to go The coach had stopped and from the window you could see 7 horsemen in the night Miriam Natias and Jonathan LaFey Saw the magic in their eyes They were in for a surprise The darkness would soon be complete A horseman came forth from the dark "We know you've come to inherit what's yours... The Mansion Take our advise and go back on this night If you refuse 18 will become 9 18 is 9..." 18 is 9! Jonathan laughed and said: "Get out of my way! I don't believe a word you say" The 7 horsemen disapeared into the night "Someday you'll need our help my friend" I think poor Jonathan was scared 18 is actually 9 It stuck in his mind![/spoiler]
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Edited by FelifluxMadness: 12/5/2017 9:03:43 AMDrained and blue I bleed for you You think it's funny, [spoiler]well you're drowning in it too[/spoiler]
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Edited by FelifluxMadness: 12/5/2017 9:20:09 AM[spoiler]Count de lafey uncovered his cheating wife 9 months of loving and sharing Oh it was a bastard child How could he have been so blind "no bastard baby Will inherit what's mine" Another one of her affairs Had left him in despair So he pushed her down the stairs To die..."no" she cried In 1777, on the 7th day of july The countess broke her neck and the Embryo came out dead Then he burned his beloved wife And the embryo he gave a name "abigail you must rest in shame" rest in shame Obsessed With a strange idea[/spoiler] He wanted to mummify The girl for the future to find...and he did [spoiler]So he pushed her down the stairs To die..."no" she cried In 1777, on the 7th day of july[/spoiler]
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Edited by FelifluxMadness: 12/5/2017 9:12:01 AM[spoiler]Riding up the alley in the rain No lights to show the way How could this ever be their home Through the darkness you could only see[/spoiler] A giant shadow which was to be A house where evil ruled at night [spoiler]And the shadows at the gate, they seemed to be alive Yeah the shadows at the gate, alive Everything inside was left untouched Except for what the rats had got And the dust of time that showed it's mark Armed with candlelight and open eyes Through the dark they fought their way 'til every room was lit again...again And the house began to breathe, it seemed to be alive Yeah the house began to breathe, alive As the candlelight began to fade And jonathan said "let's go to bed" The fireplace had ceased to burn...burn Both were fast asleep before the dawn, dreaming...dreaming And they did not know about the shadow Yeah the shadow on the wall, it really came alive Yeah the shadow on the wall, sunrise![/spoiler]
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I'm a riddle so strong, you can't break me Did she come here to try, try and take me
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Edited by DemonessAngela: 12/13/2017 12:20:34 PMSweating blood from open pores in fear of these nocturnal visits. Many tongue chatter incessant, deep into my sleeping self. Instructing me while I dream from worlds beyond and below. Their voices, a kaleidoscope of colours I can't describe. Foreign senses stimulate the brain beyond all comprehension. An entity only visible as a radiant force. They speak to me more intensely knowing now that I am able to sculpt the world within this lifting lucid field of R.E.M. From under my skin, the blood I'm sweating turns black as it spills from me. From out of my mind, inner voice of reason falling away. My tongue and ears and eyes, removed by the force of voices that now control my living river of bleeding endless black ascendance. Hear none. Speak none. See a new consciousness beyond escape. What am I and what are they to me? What are they and what am I to them? Cleansing stream of fluid flowing flushing all my fears away. All the rotting cells I leak drown me from the outside in, dissolving my expired body as I'm carried toward the awaiting shore.
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Really wanna give my skull a brand new hole But I won't though I don't wanna get no blood on my Grandma's floor
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Edited by fireskull9: 12/6/2017 7:55:58 PM[quote]First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings Only at first did it have its appeal But now you can't tell the false from the real Who can you trust? (Who can you trust) When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold (Ooh, gold, woah Ooh, gold, woah Ooh, gold, woah Ooh, gold, woah) Statues and empires are all at your hands, Water to wine and the finest of sands When all that you have's turnin' stale and its cold, Oh you'll no longer fear when your heart's turned to gold Who can you trust (Who can you trust) When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold When everything,… [/quote]
