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| Topic: you re all dead to me | |
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I see dead people.
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To the world around he was the perfect person
Planning for an alibi he then starts rehearsing A human bomb just waiting to explode This secret rage can't be controlled Slaughtered the dreams of others On left to recover Self-inflicted wounds Life he has comsumed Planning a killing spree Victim of a conspiracy? Getting bored with his current life Rearranging with a knife [Solos: Murphy, Shuldiner] Greed before despair suspicion starts to grow His life was spared for this he does not know Screams filled the air there was no way to help The ones he mourns he killed himself Slaughtered the dreams of others On left to recover Self-inflicted wounds Life he has comsumed Planning a killing spree Victim of a conspiracy? |
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no more fukcin tunes i said
 
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I see dead people and angry people.
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UH HU
I like big tits YOU see em on the street left and right i like big tits that right i try to look away but i can't resist evertime i try to call it quits Hear come some tits thats a big ten 4 Uh hu I like big tits uh hu tits Well they come in twos hard to choose your favorite tit uh hu i like tits for dinner or a noon time snack i like tits for lunch a big tit attack i like tits for breakfast eggs bendict tits iwhat it is their where its at tits they give me shivers when they bounce around puckered up or hanging on the ground i like big tits uh hu tits save it all for me tits |
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and i loooooooooooovvvvvvveeeeeee music!!!!! but not here and not now.............
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Edited by
vegasgirl2007
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Thu 04/10/08 10:38 PM
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   your the meaning in my life...........your the inspiration
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oh hey wiley
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your the meaning in my life...........your the inspiration
your sweet but i know thats peter cetera from........chicago...........
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don't get mad i think of mad sex
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-peeks in-
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scotty you are making us
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don't get mad i think of mad sex
 if i could put up an even smilier face i would
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chit nothing better than making someone and then.............
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scotty you are making us
i do that all the time...............and im not sorry.......even tho i was gonna say that...but it would be a lie 
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Shot Through The Heart
Would you be content to see me crying After all those little games you put me through After all you've done for you you're lying Wouldn't it be nice to tell the truth Didn't somebody somewhere say You're heading for a fall I gave you everything Now here's the curtain call Shot through the heart as I lay there alone In the dark through the heart It's all part of this game that we call love Now you've come back here to say you're sorry But I don't know who you're talking to It could be the man I used to be, girl But I've grown up and now I'm over you Standing there just a livewire With nowhere left to turn You were gonna set the world on fire When will you ever learn? Didn't somebody somewhere say You're heading for a fall I gave you everything Now here's the curtain call And I'm shot... Baby does what baby please And baby must have what she sees But not this time, the tables turned Baby, you just got burned |
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Slaves
Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh Heed To his every word, live in fear Faith Of the unknown one, the deliverer Wait Something must be done, four hundred years So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh's son I'm creeping death Now Let my people go, land of Goshen Go I will be with thee, bush of fire Blood Running red and strong down the Nile Plague Darkness three days long, hail to fire So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh's son I'm creeping death Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first-born man Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first-born man I Rule the midnight air, the destroyer Born I shall soon be there, deadly mass I Creep the steps and floor, final darkness Blood Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh's son I'm creeping death |
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i told you oc
no more tunes..........
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