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Post by WithoutWords on Jul 15, 2002 1:18:43 GMT 10
ivonna tinkle
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Post by WithoutWords on Jul 15, 2002 1:33:21 GMT 10
i apoligise greatly for the last three messages, they were meant for another thread
my only excuse is im relativly new at this and its sometime after 1am
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Post by Muzzy Pepped on Jul 15, 2002 13:59:42 GMT 10
Yes, i was thinking that would make for some interesting lyrics   |
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Post by dirtgirl on Jul 15, 2002 14:37:45 GMT 10
bit late i know, but pop in after the little bit above: let's pick up the thread again with this one shall we? (we need a challenge) "the little bit above, turned out to be the little bit below...the bit i didn't know about" ooohhh aaaahhhh |
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Post by TheAstronaut on Jul 15, 2002 14:40:10 GMT 10
then it was everything, everything, everything
the kid is on the angle
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Post by dean_martin on Jul 15, 2002 16:24:24 GMT 10
the angle of doom
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Post by dean_martin on Jul 15, 2002 16:24:40 GMT 10
;D
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Post by TheAstronaut on Jul 15, 2002 17:33:10 GMT 10
varying himself outward bound
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Post by Sonic Death Monkey on Jul 17, 2002 1:43:39 GMT 10
almost there, but not quite found
trying to adjust to something not so simple
he's ready to burst through, burst through...ooooohhhhh
(queue crowd ooooohhhhhs)
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Post by TheAstronaut on Jul 17, 2002 8:02:14 GMT 10
he thought thats were free from the shelves
but when he looked he found that they were gone
travelling into the open world, not a soul alone
and then the books were all gone
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Post by left on Sept 12, 2002 17:24:39 GMT 10
I feel like starting this thread up again.
So everyone....a new song-
I can hear it ringing in my ears,
I can hear it as it conjures up my fears.
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Post by fathershark on Sept 13, 2002 12:04:46 GMT 10
my cellmates hands
caress the knuckles on my own
He makes me call him "Debbie"
And use the the felch technique he has shown
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Post by loux2 on Sept 13, 2002 12:12:57 GMT 10
[glow=blue,2,300]SONG 1 - MY STORY[/glow]
verse 1:
I have not been myself lately,
hearing things that are incomplete,
the pressure of it all made me want to eat beets
I have been walking towards an empty target,
looking for something that's just not there
finding something that's just not there
Knowing that I'm no longer me, but someone else entirely,
free
Won't somebody let me free?
Freeeeeeeeeeeee
chorus:
This is my stooooooorrrrrrryyyyyy
let them read me like an open book,
But the pages are empppppptttttttyyyyyyy,
verse 2:
Moving in forward motions with no sense of self control
Just like a puppet,
but with no strings attached,
Moving freely meant everything.
Evvveeerrrryyyyytttttthhhiiiiinnnnggggg.......
chorus:
This is my stooooooorrrrrrryyyyyy
let them flick through my life,
Showing signs of sympathy and empty gestures....
Empty geeeeeeesssssstttttttuuuuurrrrrrrreeees-
Instrumental
Stoooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy
My
Stoooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyy
My
Stooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy
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Post by hawaiianrobot on Sept 14, 2002 22:25:08 GMT 10
my cellmates hands caress the knuckles on my own He makes me call him "Debbie" And use the the felch technique he has shown AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH *crys with laughter* ahahahahha ...ok Back to the song... a want for something that repels the rest the repercussion of this shit will leave me in the position that I said I would never be in |
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Post by fathershark on Sept 16, 2002 10:38:18 GMT 10
I am really sorry to everyone that has contributed. But this thread is derivative shite.
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