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#53
10-18-2007, 08:28 AM
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Re: Post lyrics to the song that\'s in your head atm
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hey hey, you you, i don't like your girlfriend [/ QUOTE ] oh you [censored] that's going to be in my [censored] head all day now 
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#54
10-18-2007, 08:50 AM
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Re: Post lyrics to the song that\'s in your head atm
Never, Never
Never, Never run away Two [censored] hours of this running through my head. [censored] you Heart, [censored] you classic(?) radio station. Soon gonna jam an ice pick in there to get it out.
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#55
10-18-2007, 09:41 AM
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Re: Post lyrics to the song that\'s in your head atm
Were no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do i A full commitments what Im thinking of You wouldnt get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how Im feeling Gotta make you understand * never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
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#56
10-18-2007, 09:44 AM
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Re: Post lyrics to the song that\'s in your head atm
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Were no strangers to love You know the rules and so do i A full commitments what Im thinking of You wouldnt get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how Im feeling Gotta make you understand * never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you [/ QUOTE ] does this count as a rick roll?
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#57
10-18-2007, 10:24 AM
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Re: Post lyrics to the song that\'s in your head atm
I'm Mr. White Christmas
I'm Mr. Snow I'm Mr. Icicle I'm Mr. 10 Below Friends call me Snowmiser Whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch I'm too much. He's Mr. White Christmas He's Mr. Snow (That's right) He's Mr. Icicle He's Mr. 10 below Friends call me Snowmiser Whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch He's too much I never wanna know a day that's over 40 degrees I rather have it 30, 20, 10, 5, and then in freeze He's White Christmas He's Mr. Snow (That's right) He's Mr. Icicle He's Mr. 10 below Friends call me Snowmiser Whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch Too much Too much
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#58
10-18-2007, 10:59 AM
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Re: Post lyrics to the song that\'s in your head atm
Women think Im tasty, but theyre always tryin to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down, But baby, baby, I dont need no jewels in my crown. cause all you women is low down gamblers, Cheatin like I dont know how, But baby, baby, theres fever in the funk house now. This low down bitchin got my poor feet a itchin, You know you know the duece is still wild. Baby, I cant stay, you got to roll me And call me the tumblin dice. Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, Dont you see the time flashin by. Honey, got no money, Im all sixes and sevens and nines. Say now, baby, Im the rank outsider, You can be my partner in crime. But baby, I cant stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin, Roll me and call me the tumblin dice. Oh, my, my, my, Im the lone crap shooter, Playin the field evry night. Baby, cant stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin dice, (call me the tumblin) Got to roll me, got to roll me, got to roll me (oh yeah) Got to roll me. got to roll me, got to roll me ( keep on rolling, keep on rolling)
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#59
10-18-2007, 11:16 AM
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Re: Post lyrics to the song that\'s in your head atm
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese Roland the Thompson gunner... His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head Roland the headless Thompson gunner Norway's bravest son Time, time, time For another peaceful war But time stands still for Roland 'Til he evens up the score They can still see his headless body stalking through the night In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg Roland the headless Thompson gunner... The eternal Thompson gunner still wandering through the night Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
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#60
10-18-2007, 11:33 AM
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Re: Post lyrics to the song that\'s in your head atm
Oh comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene That was doing her thing on your chest But oh comely It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess In your memory you're drunk on your awe to me It doesn't mean anything at all Oh comely All of your friends are all letting you blow Bristling and ugly Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend You could need to say comforting things in your ear But oh comely There isn't such one friend that you could find here Standing next to me He's only my enemy I'll crush him with everything I own Say what you want to say Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me Your father made fetuses With flesh licking ladies While you and your mother Were asleep in the trailer park Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums The music and medicine you needed for comforting So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving And pluck all your silly strings And bend all your notes for me Soft silly music is meaningful magical The movements were beautiful All in your ovaries All of them milking with green fleshy flowers While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines Smelling of semen all under the garden Was all you were needing when you still believed in me Say what your want to say Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me And I know they buried her body with others Her sister and mother and 500 families And will she remember me 50 years later I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine Know all your enemies We know who our enemies are Goldaline my dear We will fold and freeze together Far away from here There is sun and spring and green forever But now we move to feel For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach Place your body here Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine
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