open mic |
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 15:06:00 GMT |
aint me talking |
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the night u remember when aint done yet |
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it takes one to know one |
When it takes you pretty much close to foreverFor you to realize you were wrongWould you at least be kind enough to leave a noteOr maybe some clever song<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas... Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 08:16:00 GMT |
nation |
Only until were freeFrom this hardcore nationWould I ever thinkOf switching my intentionsIll let pass the feeIf today is all you getWe alwys take pleasureIn raising the bet.. ..Thats all we talk ab... Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:11:00 GMT |
in a circle |
Ill take a random choice, its what im bound to do, when I dont got you, I never really had a spring, the days were always too cold, and no fir ever burned inside, till that one door mat was placed ... Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 14:53:00 GMT |
guns and roses |
They do well to call me crazyI see you knockingAsking for wants againLive and televisingIm due alive hereIf youd just grant me a momentIll make it all pleasantOr serious atonement.. ..Im happy ei... Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 14:40:00 GMT |
solitudes throne |
Im only a day awayAnd I already lost youI keep on marchingAs if I knew.. ..I try and I awakeI try to find somebodyelse to blameBecause theyre not perfect like I could be to you.. ..The targets I never... Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 14:36:00 GMT |
little sister |
Your just like a mirrorLittle sisterIn a while Big ole stained pileWhere the maggots feastAnd your boy friend eatsThe delicatble tasteOf young beautiful wasteThe dark brown hairThat always pays the fa... Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 20:16:00 GMT |
everything turns into something |
Turn a pageRightful ageStoned- glass cageIts all the rageOf a raveSit back and Ill explain The point aint youYou fooGet a clueIts just a ruseTheyll defuseAnd youll be usedIn every issueBut the one... Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 16:55:00 GMT |