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  • For Infatuation

    Time Of Your Life
    Green Day

    Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
    Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
    So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
    It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
    It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
    I hope you had the time of your life.

    So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
    Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.
    Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
    For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
    It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
    I hope you had the time of your life.

    It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
    I hope you had the time of your life.

    It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
    I hope you had the time of your life.
    Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
    "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
    He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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    • Good for you, DM. Filthy habit.

      Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

      Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
      Mata ah-oo hima de
      Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
      Himitsu wo shiri tai

      You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin
      With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man


      I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
      My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
      So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised
      I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
      To keep me alive-just keep me alive
      Somewhere to hide to keep me alive


      I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see
      I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
      I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know
      I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
      Beyond my control-we all need control
      I need control-we all need control


      I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask
      So no one else can see my true identity


      Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
      Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
      Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
      Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
      For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
      And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
      For helping me escape just when I needed to
      Thank you-thank you, thank you
      I want to thank you, please, thank you


      The problem's plain to see: too much technology
      Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize.


      The time has come aat last
      To throw away this mask
      So everyone caan see
      My true identity...
      I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!
      Today, you are the waves of the Pacific, pushing ever eastward. You are the sequoias rising from the Sierra Nevada, defiant and enduring.

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      • Dawn of Eternity by Cradle of Filth

        Winter ice - Terminal frost
        Closing eyes of the equinox
        Dimensional change - darkening skies
        The sphere is shackled till dusk

        Prophet dreams - ride the winds
        As black holes open for devouring
        Universal chaos in the realm of time
        Surface of earth - covered in rime

        From beyond enter the horror
        Of a dark and hideous nature
        The fall of man is now at hand
        Awakened from an ancient slumber
        The immortal ones return
        The earth is theirs once again

        Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation
        Man's fall to perpetual domination
        Time trapped in between changes
        Frigid return to the chamber of ages
        "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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        • HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY
          rod stewart

          Have I told you lately that I love you
          Have I told you there's no one else above you
          Fill my heart with gladness
          take away all my sadness
          ease my troubles that's what you do

          For the morning sun in all it's glory
          greets the day with hope and comfort too
          You fill my life with laughter
          and somehow you make it better
          ease my troubles that's what you do
          There's a love that's divine
          and it's yours and it's mine like the sun
          And at the end of the day
          we should give thanks and pray
          to the one, to the one

          Have I told you lately that I love you
          Have I told you there's no one else above you
          Fill my heart with gladness
          take away all my sadness
          ease my troubles that's what you do

          There's a love that's divine
          and it's yours and it's mine like the sun
          And at the end of the day
          we should give thanks and pray
          to the one, to the one

          And have I told you lately that I love you
          Have I told you there's no one else above you
          You fill my heart with gladness
          take away my sadness
          ease my troubles that's what you do
          Take away all my sadness
          fill my life with gladness
          ease my troubles that's what you do
          Take away all my sadness
          fill my life with gladness
          ease my troubles that's what you do
          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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          • Giving in by Adema

            Will you, walk me
            To the edge again
            Shaking, lonely, and I am drinking again
            Woke up tonight and no one's here with me
            I'm giving in to you

            Take me under
            I'm giving in to you
            I'm dying tonight
            I'm giving in to you
            Watch me crumble
            I'm giving in to you
            I'm crying tonight
            I'm giving in to you

            Caught up, in life
            Losing all my friends
            Family has tried, to heal all my addictions
            Tragic it seems, to be alone again
            I'm giving in to you

            Take me under
            I'm giving in to you
            I'm dying tonight
            I'm giving in to you
            Watch me crumble
            I'm giving in to you
            I'm crying tonight
            I'm giving in to you

            (Oh ****)

            I look forward, to dying tonight
            Drinks still on myself, life's harder every day
            The stress has got me
            I'm giving in
            Giving
            Giving in now!

            Take me under
            (I'm killing all the faith)
            I'm dying tonight
            (I'm sick of all that faith)
            Watch me crumble
            (I'm killing all the faith)
            I'm crying tonight

            I'm giving in to you
            Take me under
            I'm giving in to you
            I'm dying tonight
            I'm giving in to you
            Watch me crumble

            Stolen Car by Beth Orton

            You walked into my house last night
            I couldn't help but notice
            A light that was long gone still burning strong
            You were sitting
            Your fingers like fuses
            Your eyes were cinnamon

            You said you stand for every known abuse
            That was ever threatened to anyone but you
            And why should I know better by now
            When I'm old enough not to?

            While every line speaks the language of love
            It never held the meaning I was thinking of
            And I can't decide over right or wrong
            I guess sometimes you need the place where you belong

            Some may sing the wrong words to the wrong melody
            It's little things like this that matter to me
            Others feel that you should stand
            For every known abuse to hand
            And all the things that they could never see

            You said you stood
            For every known abuse that was promised to anyone like you
            Don't you wish you knew better by now
            When you're old enough not to?

            When every line speaks the language of love
            And never held the meaning I was thinking of
            And I can't decide over right or wrong
            You left the feeling that I just do not belong

            One drink too many
            And a joke gone too far
            I see a face driving a stolen car
            Gets harder to hide
            When you're hitching a ride
            Harder to hide what you really saw

            Oh, yeah, you stand
            For every known abuse that I've ever seen my way through
            Don't I wish I knew better by now?
            Well I think I'm starting to

            When every line speaks the language of love
            And never held the meaning I was thinking of
            And I've lost the line between right or wrong
            I just want to find the place where I belong

            Why should you know better by now
            When you're old enough not to?
            I wish I knew better by now
            When I'm old enough not to
            "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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            • Dream Weaver
              by Gary Wright


              I've just closed my eyes again
              Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
              Driver take away my worries of today
              And leave tomorrow behind
              Ooh dream weaver
              I believe you can get me through the night
              Ooh dream weaver
              I believe we can reach the morning light
              Fly me high through the starry skies
              Maybe to an astral plane
              Cross the highways of fantasy
              Help me to forget todays pain
              Though the dawn may be coming soon
              There still may be some time
              Fly me away to the bright side of the moon
              And meet me on the other side
              Dream weaver
              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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              • What A Day by Nonpoint

                Sittin' on your ass all day
                thinkin' bout your hangover
                and the party you left your ****in' keys at
                and had to beg for a ridde from some stranger
                that i never met before
                he acted so friendly that i had to take the ride
                but for some reason he resembled that guy
                wanted for a robbery and beatin' on his kid
                "you remind me of my stepson" he chuckles with a grin

                *pre*
                What was that move they taught in self-defense
                where you block this killers knife
                move with some confidence
                the signal where you're trapped inside a moving car
                i wonder if he'll drive real far
                *pre*

                *chorus*
                What a day, what a day
                you should've stayed home shootin' the breeze all day
                what a day, what a day
                you should think next time before you start to play
                what a day, what a day
                i wonder what will happen today
                *chorus*

                rub your eyes from
                no sleep this week
                tap your heels home
                then fall asleep

                sittin' around looking for a fight
                kinda pissed off how i'm turnin' my life upside down
                from insecurities makin' up my mind
                through old hypocrisy
                up and out of harms way
                down cuz i want to be there
                here because you want me
                not because your caught in my stare

                rud your eyes from
                no sleep this week
                tap your heels home
                then fall asleep
                asleep in bed
                you'll do something tomorrow instead
                "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                • Triple Shot Thursday- Moody Blues

                  The Balance
                  Graeme Edge, Ray Thomas

                  After he had journeyed,
                  And his feet were sore,
                  And he was tired.
                  He came upon an orange grove,
                  And he rested.
                  And he lay in the cool.
                  And while he rested,
                  He took to himself an orange and tasted it,
                  And it was good.
                  And he felt the earth to his spine,
                  And he asked.
                  And he saw the tree above him,
                  And the stars,
                  And the veins in the leaf,
                  And the light,
                  And the balance,
                  And he saw magnificent perfection,
                  Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
                  And he knew who he was.
                  Just open your eyes and realize,
                  The way it's always been.
                  Just open your mind and you will find,
                  The way it's always been.
                  Just open your heart,
                  And that's a start.
                  And he thought of those he angered,
                  For he was not a violent man.
                  And he thought of those he hurt,
                  For he was not a cruel man.
                  And he thought of those he frightened,
                  For he was not an evil man.
                  And he understood,
                  He understood himself.
                  Upon this he saw that when he was of anger,
                  Or knew hurt,
                  Or felt fear,
                  It was because he was not understanding.
                  And he learned compassion.
                  And with his eye of compassion,
                  He saw his enemies like unto himself.
                  And he learned love.
                  And then, he was answered.
                  Just open your eyes and realize,
                  The way it's always been.
                  Just open your mind and you will find,
                  The way it's always been.
                  Just open your heart,
                  And that's a start.

                  ---------------------------------------------------------------

                  Celtic Sonant
                  Ray Thomas

                  Deep peace of the running wave to you.
                  Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
                  Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
                  Deep peace of the shining star to you.
                  Deep peace of the son of peace to you.
                  One man stood firm guarding cups overflowing,
                  Brimful of memories and yesterday's dreams.
                  He could never explain his own silent thunder,
                  The ocean just blows rough at this time of year.
                  And the wheel keeps on turning,
                  The wheel keeps on turning.
                  The wheel keeps on turning,
                  Turning around.
                  Words left unsaid may have special meanings,
                  Dust hidden pages fill the books left unread.
                  One bleak page left the poet crying,
                  He failed to remember there's a price on his head.
                  And the wheel keeps on turning,
                  The wheel keeps on turning.
                  The wheel keeps on turning,
                  Turning around.
                  Away we sail with all our flags flying,
                  Too many changes can cause us delay.
                  Each star in the sky is there for a reason,
                  Making it so bright for this time of day.
                  And the wheel keeps on turning,
                  The wheel keeps on turning.
                  The wheel keeps on turning,
                  Turning around.

                  -------------------------------------------------------------------

                  Say It With Love
                  Justin Hayward

                  I've been thinking the way people do,
                  About the things that matter to me and you.
                  I've decided to do what I can,
                  And to find the kind of man I really am.
                  I can see the world from here,
                  And it sometimes makes me want to disappear.
                  Back to nature and where we belong,
                  And with just one truth I've found you can't go wrong.
                  Wherever you go, whatever you do, whatever you say,
                  Say, say, say, say it with love.
                  I remember a time long ago,
                  When I heard those guitars that I worship so.
                  I was captured I wanted to stay,
                  And to hear that kind of music everyday.
                  Heard the songs around the world,
                  Saw the smiling faces on the boys and girls.
                  I was destined to play come what may,
                  And there's just one thing I knew I had to say.
                  Wherever you go, whatever you do, whatever you say,
                  Say, say, say, say it with love.
                  Underneath a sea of doubt,
                  There's a million voices shouting let me out.
                  When we go we never return,
                  'Cos there's just one lesson that we've got to learn.
                  Wherever you go, whatever you do, whatever you say,
                  Say, say, say, say it with love.
                  Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                  "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                  He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                  • Joga by Bjork

                    All these accidents,
                    That happen,
                    Follow the dot,
                    Coincidence,
                    Makes sense,
                    Only with you,
                    You don't have to speak,
                    I feel.

                    Emotional landscapes,
                    They puzzle me,
                    Then the riddle gets solved,
                    And you push me up to this

                    State of emergency,
                    How beautiful to be,
                    State of emergency,
                    Is where I want to be.

                    All that no-one sees,
                    You see,
                    What's inside of me,
                    Every nerve that hurts,
                    You heal,
                    Deep inside of me, oo-oohh,
                    You don't have to speak,
                    I feel.

                    Emotional landscapes,
                    They puzzle me - confuse,
                    Then the riddle gets solved,
                    And you push me up to this

                    State of emergency,
                    How beautiful to be,
                    State of emergency,
                    Is where I want to be.

                    State of emergency,
                    How beautiful to be,

                    Emotional landscapes,
                    They puzzle me,
                    Then the riddle gets solved,
                    And you push me up to this

                    State of emergency,
                    How beautiful to be,
                    State of emergency,
                    Is where I want to be.

                    State of emergency,
                    How beautiful to be,
                    State of emergency,
                    State of, state of,
                    How beautiful,
                    Emergency,
                    Is where I want to be.

                    State of emergency,
                    How beautiful to be,
                    State of emergency,
                    Is where I want to be.

                    State of emergency,
                    How beautiful to be.
                    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                    • That is wack!
                      Ex Fide Vive
                      Try my new mod and tell me what you think. I will be revising it per suggestions. Nine Governments Mod

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                      • Don't say that, Max. Anything close to the heart isn't wack.

                        Better Make It Through Today
                        by Eric Clapton

                        Life is what you make it,
                        That's what the people say.
                        And if I can't make it through tomorrow,
                        I'd better make it through today.

                        I have had my share of troubles;
                        It's nothing new to me.
                        When I look around me,
                        All is see is misery.

                        Life is what you make it,
                        At least that's what the people say.
                        And if we can't make it through tomorrow
                        We'd better make it through today, through today.
                        Through today.
                        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                        • Cupid
                          - Sam Cooke


                          Cupid, draw back your bow
                          And let your arrow go
                          Straight to my lover's heart for me

                          Cupid, please hear my cry
                          And let your arrow fly
                          Straight to my lover's heart for me

                          Now I don't mean to bother you but I'm in distress
                          There's danger of me losing all of my happiness
                          For I love a girl who doesn't know I exist
                          And this you can fix

                          So...
                          Cupid, draw back your bow
                          And let your arrow go
                          Straight to my lover's heart for me

                          Cupid, please hear my cry
                          And let your arrow fly
                          Straight to my lover's heart for me

                          Cupid, with your arrow make a love storm for me
                          I promise I will love her until eternity
                          I know between the two of us her heart we can steal
                          Help me if you will

                          Cupid, draw back your bow
                          And let your arrow go
                          Straight to my lover's heart for me

                          Cupid, please hear my cry
                          And let your arrow fly
                          Straight to my lover's heart for me

                          Cupid, don't you hear me
                          Calling you
                          I need you
                          Cupid
                          Help me
                          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                          • oh no its not a love song




                            The Twelve Gifts of Christmas - Alan Sherman
                            - (Parody of "The Twelve Days Of Christmas")

                            On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            A Japanese transistor radio.

                            On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            Green polka-dot pajamas,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.
                            (It's a Nakashuma.)

                            On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
                            Green polka-dot pajamas,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.
                            (It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

                            On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            A simulated alligator wallet,
                            A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
                            Green polka-dot pajamas,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.
                            (And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it,
                            So you can listen right through the case.)

                            On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
                            A simulated alligator wallet,
                            A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
                            Green polka-dot pajamas,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.
                            (And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you
                            Can stick in your ear, and a thing on the other end
                            That you can't stick anywhere, because it's bent.)

                            On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
                            And all that other stuff,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.

                            On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
                            And all that other stuff,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.

                            On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            An indoor plastic birdbath,
                            And all that other stuff,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.

                            On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.

                            On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.

                            On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
                            An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.

                            On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
                            On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange:
                            An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
                            A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
                            A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
                            An indoor plastic birdbath,
                            A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
                            A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
                            A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
                            A simulated alligator wallet,
                            A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
                            Green polka-dot pajamas,
                            And a Japanese transistor radio.

                            Merry Christmas everybody!

                            "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                            • We Didn't Start the Fire
                              Billy Joel





                              Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray

                              South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio



                              Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television

                              North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe



                              Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom

                              Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye"



                              Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen

                              Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye



                              CHORUS

                              We didn't start the fire

                              It was always burning

                              Since the world's been turning

                              We didn't start the fire

                              No we didn't light it

                              But we tried to fight it



                              Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev

                              Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc



                              Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron

                              Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock"



                              Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team

                              Davy Crockett, Peter Pan , Elvis Presley, Disneyland



                              Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev

                              Princess Grace, "Peyton Place", trouble in the Suez



                              CHORUS



                              Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac

                              Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai"



                              Lebanon, Charlse de Gaulle, California baseball

                              Starkweather homicide, children of thalidomide



                              Buddy Holly, "Ben Hur", space monkey, Mafia

                              Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go



                              U-2, Syngman Rhee, Payola and Kennedy

                              Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo



                              CHORUS



                              Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"

                              Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion



                              "Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania

                              Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson



                              Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex

                              JFK blown away, what else do I have to say



                              CHORUS



                              Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again

                              Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock

                              Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline

                              Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan



                              "Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide

                              Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz

                              Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law

                              Rock and roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore



                              CHORUS



                              We didn't start the fire

                              But when we are gone

                              Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...
                              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                              • been hunting for this song....

                                I'm Stupid by Drain STH

                                Im stupid (dont worry 'bout me)

                                I'm stupid , you're smarter
                                I'm stupid, thinking there's a way
                                this could turn out right

                                I'm dreaming, you woke up
                                I should have known from the start
                                that you were never mine

                                'Cause if I can't make you love me
                                you're out of reasons to stay
                                Make it easy on yourself
                                Don't worry about me
                                Can't make you feel something you don't

                                I'm crying, but don't pity
                                I'm dying, but just walk away
                                It will be all right

                                'Cause I was dreaming but you woke up
                                And Im gonna miss you but I
                                am gonna be all right

                                'Cause if I can't make you love me
                                You're out of reasons to stay
                                make it easy on yourself
                                dont worry about me
                                If I can't make you love me
                                You're not the one here to blame
                                I will make it on my own
                                don't worry about me
                                "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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