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. Pick and choose from a folklore. To describe the biggest events. (Did I make it all?). Did I make it all up?. Detritus gathers. Until dirt is the only layer you see. Scratch away, scrape away. Lacerate
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Bài hát Anyone else but you - The Moldy Peaches. You're a part time lover and a full time friend. The monkey on your back is the latest trend. I don't see what anyone can see. In anyone else but you
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(jeff hanneman/tom araya). . Propaganda death ensemble. Burial to be. Corpses rotting through the night. In blood laced misery. Scorched earth the policy. The reason for the singe. The
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If only dust could talk. What would we hear it say?. Before it's brushed aside. Just as it's swept away. . It's just the evidence. It's of no consequence. It's only flesh and bone. Why don't
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Buona Sera, signorina, buona sera. It is time to say goodnight to Napoli. Though it's hard for us to whisper, buona sera. With that old moon above the Meditteranean sea. In the mornin' signorina
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Come she come say. Ride on the night. Sun becomes day. Day shall provide. Soo, soolaimon. Soolai, soolai, soolaimon. Soo, soolaimon. Soolai, soolai, soolaimon. Soo, soolaimon. Soolai, soolai
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Come she come say. Ride on the night. Sun becomes day. Day shall provide. Soo, soolaimon. Soolai, soolai, soolaimon. Soo, soolaimon. Soolai, soolai, soolaimon. Soo, soolaimon. Soolai, soolai
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We are not the same I am too reckless. I'm not tryna go in that direction. These niggas they been doing too much flexing. And they're about to call the wrong attention. And I ain't got no patience
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Bài hát Tell Your Friends - The Weeknd. We are not the same I am too reckless. I'm not tryna go in that direction. These niggas they been doing too much flexing. And they’re about to call the wrong
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to make you proud of me. Cause you think I'm strong, and you think I'm fearless. Even when I'm, I'm at my weakest. You believe in me; yeah, you're my biggest fan. So I wanna be the girl you think I am
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criscos. with the extra fat. im wishin. a flock of geese would fly on by. im hopin i can bag not 4 but 5 reloadin. jesus fuckin christ. thats the biggest moose i've ever seen. get my gun goddamnit
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. At least you changed the world for me. . I won't be sorry if you leave me girl. Cause I'm the world's biggest fan of clichйs. I'll set you free then I'll love like I'm not. Hurting in the world's
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follow her. The club is empty. I am standing near the door. She is the only dancer. On the biggest floor. . Quel est votre nom?
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the world away. But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay. . Boy you're getting out of hand. You've got to make a stand. So put the coke away. Boy you got the do the show. Got to let the people know
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Heading down the back turnpike. Signposts are pointing west. Fell into the lonely dustpipe. Hope my pickup can stand the test. But I'm doing all right now. Rolling down the dustpipe Rolling down
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(lyrics king; music hanneman/king). . backwards "join us" x times. welcome back. . Existing on damnation's edge. The priest had never known. To witness such a violent show. Of power
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(ian hunter). . We walked to the sea, just my father and me. And the dogs played around on the sand. Winter cold cut the air, hanging still everywhere. Dressed in gray did he say hold my hand
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(hanneman/king). . Frantic minds are terrified. Life lies in a grave. Silent death rides high above. On the wings of revelation. Multi death from chemicals. Arrogance has won. Annihilation
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I rattle. I have got the sharpest knife, so I cut the biggest slice. But I have no time to do battle Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this. Brand new beat. This here music mash up the
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(lyrics & music - hanneman). . Funeral held for the depression of man. Holds the key to his own death. Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived. Tighten the tourniquet around your neck