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maids of honour stared at me. And registered surprise. To see a man of such good taste. Appear before their eyes. Now bring rather humble. I adopted a disguise. As the Minister of State. For Mass
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dismay. Born the travesty of man. Regular pulse midst pandemonium You're plucked to the mass. Parched with thirst for the wicked. Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark. The sun sets forever over
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about. But getting inside counts. . Mass virility, has made me forget empathy. Dig your hole. It's what we're here for. . To make you feel important. Cause you knew we were aborted. It's the same
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future pre-decided. Detached and subdivided in the mass production zone. Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Subdivisions. In the high school halls. In the shopping malls. Conform or be cast
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saints. In hell. We are saints. In hell. We're going down. Into the fire. We're going down. Into the fire. The streets run with blood from the mass mutilation. As carnage took toll for the bell. Abattoir
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mass disgrace. (Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace. Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace. ). God forbid you read the signs. Watch for meanings between the
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multitude. On our way to new horizons. Drowning in a mass of refugees. Liberation in demise. Revolution in disguise. Failing to survive these battlefields. We're standing on the edge. Something old and
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mass and power that they wield. Exterminates all when vermin rebel A maelstrom begins to disintegrate. And pulverize all in it's wake The scream of the demon there's evil about. They've come to
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seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal. But lately I am beginning to find. That I should be the one behind the wheel Whatever tomorrow brings. I'll be there with open arms and open eyes Whatever
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able to say, makes me able to say You got the prestige status, you've got the majority mass. Plus you've got a blender by General Motors. And a Tonka Toy dump truck up your ass. You'll never look the
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maze. A global mass projection. Cryptic deception mortal affection. One answer in my mind. In my imagination. It's a passage to my life. That you've put aside. Can't you hear me. Calling out for help. My
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center of your town. And come upon a mass of steel that cracks the very ground. Prepare to meet your judge, don't think to run away. Just pray your face holds no disgrace for the deadly ace Destroyer
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treatment to assist,. Here's a bug your system is unable to resist,. It takes mass participation to make every bit correct,. Lovebug circulation, yes a medical success,. Lovebug antidote immunisation for
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A mass of breathing souls. For times are desolate. Passing judgement on my sentence. As I perceive my dying day. Give me a promise. The word I will never hear. Sympathies forging, stalling in
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the blocks to what we need. in our minds we are reaching out for peace. in our hearts we know of such the hills to climb. in our hearts a sesne of mass defeat shame sahme these games that they play
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blind eyes we consume the mass-production but will we make the descent as instructed. Our individuality has been choked under foot. Our idea of freedom has been surrendered. For the material possession
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Grim-faced and forbidding,. Their faces closed tight,. An angular mass of New Yorkers. Pacing in rhythm,. Race the oncoming night,. They chase through the streets of Manhattan. Headfirst
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Now you supposed to love me. And if you don't know why. Now I'm your ticket to heaven. And that ain't no lie I see a mass line of jet set. All filled up with hate. You better put some love in his
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dead take a new art stance. Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat. . Hospital closure kills more than car bombs ever will. But it saves money because people are expendable. You cold shoulder
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without knowing it at all. It seems he transforms when she screams her song. Possessed by a broken window and her crying for love It's a mass jubilation with jesters and thieves. A kind of group