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Stop It! - Pieces Of Me
03:30
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Delta Dart
04:00
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The bride smoked a cigarette, she exhaled clouds, a vision of the wry comedienne
You left in favor of the chance to spend some time with your imaginary friends
You can trust Charles Bronson in Death Wish 4
The loner vigilante on the roller disco floor
What is it in us that we tell ourselves, "you're the only one who feels this way"
There goes the neighborhood, does company bring down the value of your real estate?
Complete lack of emotion, a deadpan monotone
The Eastwood formula, the romance of it stands alone
Who'll fight the bad guys now, the hero at high noon's the only one who dared to stay
Grace Kelly's sidekick, he can't trust anyone in time they'll all just run away
They killed his wife and children, he's back to take revenge
That kung fu fantasy became the way this story ends
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Bellafea - No Reply
02:36
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you broke the silence
with words like hammers
slung through windshields
glass that shattered.
and when you said
this was all my fault
i knew you were right.
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flesh and bliss sent to be watched on channel five television
set her coffin kept fresh because we wanted her alive mass
media entertainment testing killah's patience dragged
through the streets like a rerun memory somewhere
between the lines we can see the elements of our culture
diagrammed exaggerated for ratings and now must be destroyed
PARIS MUST BURN
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Cassette - The Tempest
03:01
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Two Bohisattvatamism - say it and spray it. You have my permission. It's time we all ours...Think about it. If every person was one cell in a larger organism, 'we' come from the fire. Go back to the fire and turn the world around. Would you be diseased or a helpful antibody?
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Pash - Down
03:48
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Fated Fury - Squeeze Pup
02:30
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Pain. I loosen my grip from your fluff. I comb through the grave and dig up remains of your love. I sift through the feces and leaves scattered above. Grey concrete plotting the deceased, my beast I leashed like a pup. (I'm held in your hands like a cup.) I buried my head in the sand, the good life could've been so grand, but you would not obey my command. Pain, obscuring each time you give up and do things my way. Procuring each belly I rub. I'm hoarding the love that we make. It's so easy to give away, but it's easier to take. Your fate in the palm of my hand, the good life could've been so grand, but you're not good at being good (never do the things you should). To touch is to feel, to feel is to swallow, to touch is to feel, to feel is to know. To touch is to feel, to feel all the sorrow, to touch is to feel, to feel is to own. Squeeze the pup 'til it explodes, it's gone. Pain, it's all I can claim, all I got is pain, it's all that remains, it's what I became, all I got is pain.
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shrug off your work assuming time will be borrowed
and that leaves a lot to take care of tomorrow
though the weight on your shoulders doesn't keep you on track
you should lift with your legs and not with your back
because that can't be good for you
well you're getting fucked up is that not what you wanted to do?
whatever works
come through and stick your hand in the grinder
they've got more to fix after you
but when did self-reprimandings inflict any change that you've used or engaged in
like that weight on your shoulders now ready to crack
you should lift with your legs stop using your back
because that can't be good for you
but you're getting fucked up is that not what you wanted to do?
whatever works
come through and stick your hand in the grinder
they've got more to fix after you
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