Topic: Hate Life, Not the People being used by it | |
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Blame the Cycle of life we burden
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Good afternoon DT
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Cry for the fire which cleanses,
Sing for the wind which blows, for none of us knows, where the river flows... That and it isn't the people but the leadership who bears the responsibility. |
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(((((DT)))))
C. |
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Good Evening Pats
Kill the leader and the corrupt minds that hold tight to it |
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Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's ?" when after all it was you and me Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy and some taste Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game The Rolling Stones |
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As we say in Canada, " Hate the Game, not the Player".
Dedicated to all of the Hockey Wives in the World. |
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Hello Clarice............
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so maybe we should begin the harvest?
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I still hear the lambs!
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