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no, you can't make me |
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 10:26 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 4:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 9:49 pm
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stuck in my head from church...
Memory by Sugarcult
This may never start We could fall apart And I'd be your memory Lost your sense of fear Feelings insincere Can I be your memory
So get back, back, back to where we lasted Just like I imagine I could never feel this way So get back, back, back to the disaster My heart's beating faster Holding on to feel the same
This may never start I'll tear us apart Can I be your enemy Losing half a year Waiting for you here I'd be your anything
So get back, back, back to where we lasted Just like I imagine I could never feel this way So get back, back, back to the disaster My heart's beating faster Holding on to feel the same
This may never start Tearing out my heart I'd be your memory Lost your sense of fear Feelings disappeared Can I be your memory
So get back, back, back to where we lasted Just like I imagine I could never feel this way So get back, back, back to the disaster My heart's beating faster Holding on to feel the same
This may never start We could fall apart And I'd be your memory Lost your sense of fear Feelings insincere Can I be your memory
Can I be your memory
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2005 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:44 am
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All things Dull and Ugly... by Monty Python
All things dull and ugly, All creatures short and squat, All things rude and nasty, The Lord God made the lot. Each little snake that poisons, Each little wasp that stings, He made their brutish venom, He made their horrid wings. All things sick and cancerous, All evil great and small, All things foul and dangerous, The Lord God made them all. Each nasty little hornet, Each beastly little squid, Who made the spikey urchin, Who made the sharks, He did. All things scabbed and ulcerous, All pox both great and small, Putrid, foul and gangrenous, The Lord God made them all. AMEN.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 10:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 1:33 pm
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We made plans To be unbreakable Love was all we knew No insurance for The unthinkable Blindly get us through
We've been searching For a lifetime Short as it may seem Riding on the fumes That spark us While igniting dreams
Mistakes we knew we were making Mistakes we knew we were making Don't think about chances we're taking Mistakes we knew...
Driving in the rain To the hospital Quiet makes it intense What at once just seemed The impossible Now makes perfect sense
We held hands to face The uncomfortable Cold and lonely room Magazines and empty Distractions Barely got us through
Mistakes we knew we were making Mistakes we knew we were making Don't think about chances we're taking Mistakes we knew...
And when we try To think of the life inside We found ourselves Looking at the world Through our eyes
What can now be said Oh, little one On the other side Dance until the band Stops playing Sing with all your might
Mistakes we knew we were making Mistakes we knew we were making Don't think about chances we're taking, Don't think about rules we were breaking Mistakes we knew The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and The list goes on, and on, and
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 6:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 8:45 am
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Iced Earth Wolf
Innocence tainted by pure lunacy Cursed by the slash of a shape-shifting beast Oh no, this can't be Demonic infection, a doomed changeling
His future concealed as he begs to be told A kiss from the gypsy, he'll never grow old Oh no, this can't be Demonic infection, a doomed changeling
Even a man who's pure and says his prayers by night (He won't hear your prayers) May become a wolf When the Wolf bane blooms, And the autumn moon is bright (There's a full moon tonight) Man may become a wolf
He who is bitten by a wolf and lives Possession soon follows, no use to resist Oh no, this can't be Cursed by the moonlight, a doomed changeling The madness a turmoil that swells up inside To truly find peace is to truly die Oh no, this can't be Cursed by the moonlight, a doomed changeling
Now comes the rampage, a killing spree Hunting his loved ones comes instinctively Oh no, it's maddening A shape-shifting demon of pure lunacy A shot from the darkness tears through his flesh A bullet of silver lays it to rest
Oh no, it's maddening An innocent victim finds his peace
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 5:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:07 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 9:00 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2005 9:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 4:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 12:41 pm
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