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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 10:19 am
Post a part of a song or whole song and whoever posts after you if you didn't finish will post the rest of the lyrics or the next couple of lines.
EXMAPLE:
Pete "Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy?" Where is your boy tonight I hope he is a gentleman
Joe And maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 10:20 am
Okay, I'll start: Thriller:
----->Last summer we took threes across the board<-----
----->But by fall we were a cover story "now in stores"<-----
----->Make us poster boys from the scene<-----
----->But we are not making an acceptance speech<-----
----->I have found the safest place to keep all our mistakes<-----
----->every dot com's refreshing for a journal update<-----
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 2:28 pm
So Long Live The Car Crash Hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 8:58 am
----->I can take your problems away<-----
----->with a nod and a wave of my hand<-----
----->'cause that's just the kinda of boy that I am<-----
----->the only thing I haven't done yet is die<-----
----->and it's me and my +1 at the afterlife<-----
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 2:50 pm
Crowds Are Won And Lost
And Won Again
But Our Hearts Beat For
The Die Hards
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 12:49 pm
So long live the car-crash hearts,
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five.
Long live the car-crash hearts.
[Long live the car-crash hearts.]
Long live the car-crash hearts.
[Long live the car-crash hearts.]
Long live the car-crash hearts,
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five. It's Hard to Say "I Do", When I Don't
I speak fast but I'm not
Gonna repeat myself, no
So listen carefully
To every word I say
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 6:17 pm
"I'm the only one who's gonna get away with making excuses today, You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have"
Blackmailed myself
Cause I ain't got anyone else
"This is a stick up
Give us all your inspiration"
I've got the red carpet blues baby
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 5:34 am
So put your hands in the air, and don't make a sound.
But don't get the wrong idea,
We're gonna shoot you
We're gonna shoot you
And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat, or wallet
That could change just how this goes, no.
We're gonna shoot you
We're gonna shoot you
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 7:20 pm
When I said that I'd return to you I meant more like a relapse
Now again I think "His and her's" "For better or worse"
But the only ring I want buried with me are the ones around my eyes
"You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have"
I've got the red carpet blues baby
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:31 pm
Did you know...
"Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you
We're gonna shoot you
And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet
That could change just how this goes"
And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat
Thought so.
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 5:34 pm
"Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you
We're gonna shoot you
And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet
That could change just how this goes"
And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you
We're gonna shoot you
Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers
Show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid
I, I, I will break his jaw
I won't, I won't, I won't let him get his hopes up
No-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
And I will save him from himself
Here's a picture with a no-note
"Don't turn out like me"
It's only for your own good
No-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 6:02 am
And haven't you heard
the word on the street is
I lost it called it quits
Get it into the sun
Out from behind the gossip
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 6:06 am
Last night I saw a movie
and I thought about many movies I've seen at your house
Excuse me if I'm rude
But I'd rather that we just strike from the ones I'd see again without you
Leaning on my shoulder, distracting me from the plotline
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:30 am
moshxmaster Last night I saw a movie and I thought about many movies I've seen at your house Excuse me if I'm rude But I'd rather that we just strike from the ones I'd see again without you Leaning on my shoulder, distracting me from the plotline You have to finish the song that's already there before you can start a new one.
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 4:04 am
moshxmaster And haven't you heard the word on the street is I lost it called it quits Get it into the sun Out from behind the gossip Oh, oh, oh, oh This story's getting old. The home wrecker with a heart of gold. Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind, k-k-keep talking, keep this alive. This story's getting old. The home wrecker with a heart of gold. Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind, no-ow, ow-ow, ow-ow. (This is my favorite part of the song. whee )
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