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Post by the swanton bomb on May 18, 2007 13:32:58 GMT 11
Dude- that was Long Way to the Top!
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Post by OzZiE on May 18, 2007 14:20:56 GMT 11
J.A.R (Love that song!) Left a good job in the city, Workin for the man every night and day proud mary (if any 1 ass this 1 your dead there my fav band) road her of for the tenth time today parctised all the thing that i would say
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Post by ]KezmaN[ OX--# on May 20, 2007 23:05:33 GMT 11
self esteem
Impossible to break these wires, though you see the steel is much to strong
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Post by OzZiE on May 20, 2007 23:10:08 GMT 11
hanger 18
you take a mortal man and put him in control
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Post by ]KezmaN[ OX--# on May 20, 2007 23:11:54 GMT 11
symphony of destruction
tonight i wanna give it all to you, in the darkness there's so i wanna do
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Post by OzZiE on May 20, 2007 23:17:29 GMT 11
i was made for loveing you
i walk a loney road the only one that i have ever knowen
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Post by Billian on May 21, 2007 0:07:17 GMT 11
boulevard of broken dreams
The rich kid becomes a junkie, The poor kid an advertiser, What a tragic waste of potential, Being a junkie's not so good either
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Post by OzZiE on May 21, 2007 19:08:27 GMT 11
Greg! The Stop Sign!
so why do you waste my time is the answer to the question
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Post by ]KezmaN[ OX--# on May 21, 2007 22:57:23 GMT 11
Sam's Town
Birthday party cheesecake, jelly bean boom
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Post by Billian on May 21, 2007 23:16:42 GMT 11
its the end of the world as we know it
i dont mind spending some time just hanging here with you
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Post by ]KezmaN[ OX--# on May 21, 2007 23:38:41 GMT 11
Stars are blind Here's one of the weirdest lyrics i ever heard
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye
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Post by Billian on May 22, 2007 0:11:07 GMT 11
i am the walrus
you told me a hundred times how your father left and hes gone, but i wish you wouldnt call me daddy when we're gettin it on
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Post by ]KezmaN[ OX--# on May 22, 2007 8:01:13 GMT 11
She's got issues
Johny's in the basement mixing up the medicine, i'm on the pavement thinking about the government
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Post by Billian on May 22, 2007 8:52:46 GMT 11
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Our thoughts compressed, Which makes us blessed, And makes for stormy weather
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Post by OzZiE on May 22, 2007 10:52:57 GMT 11
pure Morning
And it feels like heaven so far way,and it feels yeah and it feels like the world has grown cold
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