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  • Mudvayne, Fear.

    fear is an emotion inside us
    deeper growing my deaths content
    eating away our insides
    watching themselves and they step out of skin
    so darkness it surrounds the being
    memories ressurected of pain
    remembered what ??
    were reminded then
    of a the fear thats inside us and we'll give in today

    fear
    f*ck you
    fear
    its inside you

    why am i here? because you invited me
    i cant help for your insecurity
    you cant hide it from me cause im inside of you
    i took it from you because your a freak show

    i mend my soul without reason
    patiently concience restrained
    my life feels so nice
    it seems my darkness disguised entity
    shrouded in lifetimes of misery
    turned and it swells in my fate
    repeated what?
    disregarded then
    of the visions in my mind reflected mistake

    fear
    f*ck you
    fear
    its inside you

    why am i here? because you invited me
    i cant help for your insecurity
    you cant hide it from me cause im inside of you
    i took it from you because your a freak show

    why?

    hostile manner thats my fear
    sets back in my body goodnight
    relayed needles
    now floating feeling with soul striped from rine
    wrapping dead bodies accending
    vision restored to my eyes
    confidence what ??
    through defiance why ?
    ive just now lifted from dead soiled time

    fear
    f*ck you
    fear
    im inside you
    my hand upon you
    your life gets a clue im finished

    why am i here? because you invited me
    i cant help for your insecurity
    you cant hide it from me cause im inside of you
    i took it from you because your a freak show

    fear its violent
    sleeping inside me
    cry out just cant sickness inside me
    sickness full of weakness in motion
    please let me free now get out of me
    fear


    Nailbomb, The Sum of Your Acheivements.

    Children burning crawling dying
    Knowledge and science used as toys
    Splitting neutrons we made us a bomb
    No advences in the war

    The sum of your achievements

    Voicom in us something to be proud of?

    Achieve destruction obliteration
    Now the west invasion
    Going further backwards, discover new arms
    Science is working to destroy us all

    (Nagasaki)
    (Hiroshima)
    (All of us)...



    Queens of the Stone Age, God is in the Radio.

    I thought I saw him on the video
    A trance is keeping him under
    I know that god is in the radio
    Checkin the station
    I'm glad I caught it from me to you
    Just a call in the medium
    I know hear it, I hear it too
    It's everywhere that I go

    You come back another day
    And do no wrong

    The say the devil is paranoid
    Always signin the cover
    But god is leakin through the stereo
    Between the station to station
    You believe it, I know you do
    You won't admit it or say so
    I know that god is in the radio
    Just repeating a slogan

    You come back another day
    And do no wrong


    Audioslave, I am the Highway.

    Pearls and swine bereft of me
    Long and weary my road has been
    I was lost in the cities
    Alone in the hills
    No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel

    I am not your rolling wheels
    I am the highway
    I am not your carpet ride
    I am the sky

    Friends and liards don't wait for me
    I'll get on ll by myself
    I put millions of miles
    Under my heels
    And still too close to you
    I feel

    I am not your rolling wheels
    I am the highway
    I am not your carpet
    I am the sky
    I am not your blowing wind
    I am the lightning
    I am not your autumn moon
    I am the night


    Fear Factory, Strain vs. Resistance.

    Strain! you can resist the...

    A gun in hand can make you believe
    In everything that's meant to decieve
    Trigger and an eye for disease
    Conditioned to resist the machine

    I'm not afraid to live this way

    I lived through pain
    Resisted all the strain
    Conditioned to believe in nothing

    Now that i can see
    The truth behind deceit
    Nothing now can ever stop me
    Never stop me

    Strain! you can resist the...

    Elusive, i am so hard to trace
    A slap of fear across your face
    A weapon to cleanse the waste
    To overcome this gut-wrenching place

    I'm not afraid to live this way

    I lived through pain
    Resisted all the strain
    Conditioned to believe in nothing

    I'm not afraid to live this way

    I lived through pain
    Resisted all the strain
    Conditioned to believe in nothing

    You can resist the strain!

    Dead Can Dance, Severance.

    Severance
    The birds of leaving call to us,
    Yet here we stand
    endowed with the fear of flight.
    Overland
    The winds of change consume the land,
    While we remain
    In the shadow of summers now past.
    When all the leaves
    Have fallen and turned to dust,
    Will we remain
    Entrenched within our ways.
    Indifference,
    The plague that moves throughout this land
    Omen signs
    In the shapes of things to come.

    Tomorrow's child is the only child.


    Bauhaus, Burning from the Inside.

    Running without aim
    Through the razor weeds
    That only reach my knees
    And when I'm lying in the grey sleep
    I don't know how to walk the boards
    I open my eyes, and look at the floor
    And now I don't see you anymore

    There is no choice, we make the point
    To counteract a threatening hand
    Close my hold
    As we near the atmosphere
    I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
    [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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    • Originally posted by MosesPresley
      Ramo,

      I was going to post that one. . . eventually. Good choice.
      I was going to post it too!
      A true ally stabs you in the front.

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      • Indian Rain--Iluvatar 15:42

        clouds roll under thunder, skies swell to the cold
        indian rain hides my teardrops. how many rainbows can you hold?
        why do we always question the innocence of home?
        all the while they hold my boundaries,
        making my way across your plain.
        wide awake come monday morning, clouded images on hold
        feeling the scrapes from other torment,
        facing the day across the grain

        i see you've made the race, welcome to the room
        a name without a face to hide within the womb
        you've waited all of this time and followed me through my years
        and now a guest in my place, i'll promise you the moon
        though your body may be cold, burning fast is your soul
        rest assured you're not alone, never try this on your own.

        i see it in the eyes of people. that walk past me everyday
        all the while they're cold, they just turn away
        somewhere out on the ocean,
        the sea that keeps the stars in the sky
        (we're) all alone and time before time,
        we were amazed by what we've done
        no thoughts will come over you, or make you feel inclined to
        make changes to better you, just look away

        didn't i tell you i was part in that?
        just another enigma in friday's sobriquet
        a stranger in waiting, tomorrow's letters kept
        didn't i tell you i never knew her name
        i see you've joined the race welcome to the room
        a name without a place to hide within the womb
        you've waited all of this time i've followed you through the years
        and now my time has come to introduce the moon

        hear the cries across the counties, calling children to their homes
        indian rain they hide the teardrops,
        of every warrior that comes home
        wide awake on sunday morning,
        to witness their arms stretched as one
        towards the heavens they lift their teardrops,
        sending one of the family to her grave

        did you ever think to call, before closing the gate?
        and now you land on my door
        shedding your light on my doorway,
        and locking away my tears, wash away my tears.
        you've got them thinking you were a star,
        the one God had sent to you promising them a better way.
        shine your light on my doorway,
        and make better all the years with one touch of yours.

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        • Triple Shot Thursday; Johnny Paycheck- RIP

          Satin Sheets

          Now you once told me I was good for nothing
          You couldn't live on my dreams and crystal balls
          But his money couldn't buy you my loving
          So I guess I'm good for something after all

          Slide off of your satin sheets
          Slip down from your lonely street
          You know where to find my door
          I know what you're cry, cry - ing for

          You once told me I was good for nothing
          You had to live in style in marble halls
          But still with all of that youâre not happy
          So I guess Iâm good for something after all

          Slide off of your satin sheets
          Slip down to my lonely street
          You know where to find my door
          And I know what you're cry crying for

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

          She's All I Got

          Friend don't take her, she's all I got
          Please don't take her love away from me
          I'm begging you friend, don't take her, she's all I got
          She's everything in life I'll ever need

          She is life when I want to live
          She's everything to me in life that life can give
          She's my water when I need a drink
          She's the first thought in my mind each time I try to think

          She's my fingers when I want to feel
          She's the only thing in life to me that's really real
          She is love she's all the love I know
          She could kiss the ground in the winter time and make a flower grow

          I said friend don't take her, she's all I got
          I'm a begging you friend don't take her she's all I got
          Everything to me friend don't take her she's all I got
          Now we're talking friend don't take her she's all I got

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

          The Only Hell My Momma Ever Raised

          Well, I cant sell my momma short on loving me,
          I guess that's why she let me go so far,
          Momma always stopped me short of stealing,
          I guess thats why I had to steal that car,
          She told me not to smoke it, but I did and it took me far away,
          And I turned out to be, THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.

          I pulled into Atlanta
          stolen tags and almost out of gas,
          I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fast,
          Those neon lights was calling me
          and somehow I had to get downtown,
          I reached into the glovebox, another liquor store went down.

          CHORUS:
          And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days.
          I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" clept(?) for me,
          She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways,
          And I turned out to be...THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.

          When they put those handcuffs on me,
          Lord how I fought to resist,
          But that agent clamped'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist,
          They took my boots and my billfold,
          my fingerprints, and the profile of my face,
          Then they locked away, THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.

          Chorus.
          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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          • Gift of Screws
            Lindsey Buckingham
            Demo


            Since you're faithful posters in the lyrics thread, you see it here first.

            Way down here everybody needs
            Authority makes us bleed,bleed,bleed

            Essential oils are wrung
            The attar from the rose
            Is not expressed by suns alone
            It is the gift of screws

            Way down here everybody frowns
            Authority keeps us down,down,down

            Essential oils are wrung
            The attar from the rose
            Is not expressed by suns alone
            It is the gift of screws

            Essential oils are wrung
            The attar from the rose
            Is not expressed by suns alone
            It is the gift of screws

            To the left
            To the right
            Up and down
            In and out
            To the left
            To the right
            Up and down
            In and out
            And around
            That's right baby
            That's right baby
            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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            • When Love Dies"
              by Brooks & Dunn



              Love conquers all and someday it'll conquer you
              There's nothing finer than falling all in it when love is true
              But once it goes out and breaks your heart
              It still ain't history
              When love dies it don't rest in peace



              You can lock your doors and windows to keep the pain at bay
              Yesterday may be dead and gone, but the past won't go away
              It's waiting right around every corner
              With a heartache you don't need
              When love dies it don't rest in peace



              Oh when love dies
              You can't bury those memories
              Oh when love dies
              It disappears but it never leaves
              When love dies it don't rest in peace



              How does love die then come back a ghost rattling chains
              It keeps on haunting my broken heart, driving me insane
              I hear it whisper my name in the night
              Just like it still lives and breathes
              When love dies it don't rest in peace

              Oh when love dies
              You can't bury those memories
              Oh when love dies
              It disappears but it never leaves
              When love dies it don't rest in peace

              When love dies it don't rest in peace
              When love dies it don't rest in peace
              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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              • Hope You're Feeling Better
                Santana



                Is that you
                Your eyes slowly fading?
                Is that you
                Your mind full of tears?
                Is that you
                Searching for a good time?
                Is that you
                Waiting for all these years?


                Chorus:
                And I hope you're feelin' better
                Yes I hope you're feelin' good
                Yes I hope you're feelin' better


                Is that you?
                Look across the ocean
                Is that you
                Thinkin nothin' is really there?
                Is that you
                Waiting for the sunshine?
                Is that you
                When all you see is glare?


                Chorus


                Is that you
                Who never saw your baby?
                Is that you
                Who never had a friend?
                Is that you
                Movin' to a new town?
                Is that you
                Will diamonds replace your friends?


                Chorus
                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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                • The Fat Lady Of Limbourgh
                  Brian Eno

                  Well I rang up Pantucci spoke to Lucia
                  Gave them all they needed to know
                  If affairs are proceeding as we're expecting
                  Soon enough the weak spots will show
                  I assume you understand that we have options on your time
                  And will ditch you in the harbour if we must
                  But if it all works out nicely, you'll get the bonus you deserve
                  From doctors we trust.


                  The Fat Lady of Limbourgh
                  Looked at the samples that we sent
                  And furrowed her brow
                  You would never believe that
                  She'd tasted Royalty and Fame
                  If you saw her now
                  But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue
                  The subtleties a spectrograph would miss
                  And announce her decision while demanding her reward
                  A jelly fish kiss.


                  Now we checked out this duck quack
                  Who laid a big egg oh so black it shone just like gold.
                  And the kids from the city finding it pretty
                  Took it home and there it was sold
                  It was changing hands for weeks
                  Till someone left it by their fire
                  And it melted to a puddle on the floor
                  For it was only a candle a Roman scandal
                  Oh oh and now it's a pool.


                  That's what we're paid for
                  That's what we're paid for
                  That's what we're paid for here.
                  "In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed. But they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
                  —Orson Welles as Harry Lime

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                  • Whatever Happened To My Rock 'N' Roll (Punk Song)
                    Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

                    (Spoken) 1...2...3...4!

                    You want a part of me
                    You want the whole thing
                    You want to feel something more than I could ever bring
                    You want it badly
                    You want it tangled
                    I want to feel something more than I was strangled

                    I fell in love with the sweet sensation
                    I gave my heart to a simple chord
                    I gave my soul to a new religion
                    Whatever happened to you?
                    Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
                    Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

                    She wants it hallow
                    She wants it tainted
                    She wants to feel something more than she was naked
                    You want to hide away
                    You can't touch it
                    I want to feel something more than I care to take

                    I fell in love with the sweet sensation
                    I gave my heart to a simple chord
                    I gave my soul to a new religion
                    Whatever happened to you, rock'nroll?
                    Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
                    Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

                    She wants your image
                    She wants your kiss
                    She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is
                    You want it badly
                    You want it so completele
                    I want to feel something more cos I can't f***in' breathe

                    I fell in love with the sweet sensation
                    I gave my heart to a simple chord
                    I gave my soul to a new religion (rock'n'roll)
                    Whatever happened to you, rock'n'roll?
                    Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
                    Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?
                    "In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed. But they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
                    —Orson Welles as Harry Lime

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                    • What the hell, one more

                      Political Science
                      Randy Newman

                      No one likes us-I don't know why
                      We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
                      But all around, even our old friends put us down
                      Let's drop the big one and see what happens

                      We give them money-but are they grateful?
                      No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
                      They don't respect us-so let's surprise them
                      We'll drop the big one and pulverize them

                      Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
                      Africa is far too hot
                      And Canada's too cold
                      And South America stole our name
                      Let's drop the big one
                      There'll be no one left to blame us

                      We'll save Australia
                      Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
                      We'll build an All American amusement park there
                      They got surfin', too

                      Boom goes London and boom Paree
                      More room for you and more room for me
                      And every city the whole world round
                      Will just be another American town
                      Oh, how peaceful it will be
                      We'll set everybody free
                      You'll wear a Japanese kimono
                      And there'll be Italian shoes for me

                      They all hate us anyhow
                      So let's drop the big one now
                      Let's drop the big one now
                      "In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed. But they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
                      —Orson Welles as Harry Lime

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                      • London here I come!

                        The Nolans - I'm In The Mood For Dancing

                        I'm in the mood for dancin', romancin'
                        Ooh I'm givin' it all tonight
                        I'm in the mood for chancin'
                        I feel like dancin'
                        Ooh so come on and hold me tight

                        Dancin', I'm in the mood, babe
                        So let the music play
                        Ooh I'm dancin', I'm in the groove, babe
                        So get on up and let your body sway

                        I'm in the mood for dancin', romacnin'
                        You know I shan't ever stop tonight
                        I'm in the mood for chancin'
                        I feel like dancin'
                        Ooh from head to my toes
                        Take me again
                        And heaven who knows
                        Just where it will end

                        So dance, yeah let's dance, come on and dance
                        Dance, yeah let's dance, come on and dance

                        I'm in the mood for dancin', romancin'
                        Ooh I'm givin' it all tonight
                        I'm in the mood for chancin'
                        I feel like dancin'
                        Ooh so come on and hold me tight

                        Dancin', just feel the beat, babe
                        That's all you've gotta do
                        I can't stop dancin'
                        So move your feet, babe
                        when I get up close to you
                        "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                        • I of my favorites too.
                          j
                          Originally posted by MosesPresley
                          What the hell, one more

                          Political Science
                          Randy Newman
                          To The Hijack Police: I don't know what you are talking about. I didn't do it. I wasn't there. I don't even own a computer.

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                          • Second Wind
                            Darryl Worley



                            There's an old friendly breeze that blows in the Gulf of Mexico
                            Somehow it always knows when I'm feeling low
                            So I'm gonna anchor down and wait till it comes around
                            Leave the rest of the world behind, yeah that's how I'll pass the time


                            Till I catch my second wind, get back up and gain control again
                            Find the strength I lost back when you stopped loving me
                            I guess I'll just stay out here until I know the coast is clear
                            Sit and watch the tide roll in till I catch my second wind


                            There's a peace in the way I feel when the water's still
                            And as long as it's calm out here I've got time to kill
                            But as soon as it starts to stir I'll lose track of the way things were
                            Float away on the open air, but I'm not going anywhere



                            Till I catch my second wind, get back up and gain control again
                            Find the strength I lost back when you stopped loving me
                            I guess I'll just stay out here until I know the coast is clear
                            Sit and watch the tide roll in till I catch my second wind
                            "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                            • And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown...

                              Bob Dylan - Blowing in the Wind

                              How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man
                              How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand
                              How many times must the cannonballs fly, before they are forever banned
                              The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
                              The answer is blowing in the wind

                              How many years must a mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea
                              How many years can some people exist, before they're allowed to be free
                              How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see
                              The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
                              The answer is blowing in the wind

                              How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky
                              How many years must one man have, before he can hear people cry
                              How many deaths will it take till he knows, that too many people have died
                              The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
                              The answer is blowing in the wind
                              "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                              • In Held ('twas) in I--Transatlantic 17:21
                                originally by Procol Harum


                                In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ...

                                When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore.

                                At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.

                                He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
                                And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'


                                Held close by that which some despise
                                which some call fake, and others lies
                                And somewhat small for one so tall
                                a doubting Thomas who would be?
                                It's written plain for all to see
                                for one who I am with no more
                                it's hard at times, it's all gone wrong

                                They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor
                                and those unsure believed his eyes - a strange disguise
                                Still write it down, it might be read
                                nothing's better left unsaid
                                only sometimes, still no doubt
                                it's hard to see, it all works out

                                In the autumn of my madness
                                when my hair is turning grey
                                for the milk has finally curdled
                                and I've nothing left to say
                                When all my thoughts are spoken
                                (save my last departing birds)
                                bring all my friends unto me
                                and I'll strangle them with words

                                In the autumn of my madness
                                which in coming won't be long
                                for the nights are now much darker
                                and the daylight's not so strong
                                and the things which I believed in
                                are no longer quite enough
                                for the knowing is much harder
                                and the going's getting rough

                                I know if I'd been wiser
                                this would never have occurred
                                but I wallowed in my blindness
                                so it's plain that I deserve
                                for the sin of self-indulgence
                                when the truth was writ quite clear
                                I must spend my life amongst the dead
                                who spend their lives in fear
                                of a death that they're not sure of,
                                of a life they can't control
                                It's all so simple really
                                if you just look to your soul

                                Some say that I'm a wise man,
                                some think that I'm a fool
                                It doesn't matter either way:
                                I'll be a wise man's fool
                                For the lesson lies in learning
                                and by teaching I'll be taught
                                for there's nothing hidden anywhere,
                                it's all there to be sought
                                And so if you know anything
                                look closely at the time
                                at others who remain untrue
                                and don't commit that crime
                                Last edited by HolyWarrior; April 26, 2003, 12:16.

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