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. Paint the words upon the wall. This is the pulse of fools like you. Who sound so red and turn so blue. The sound of uselessness in slumber. War is over if you want. See the dancer's semen reeling
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much happier now that she has taken my place,. . Chorus. Come take my pulse to see how much I care,. You won’t get a rise out of me anywhere,. You blew our love like smoke into the air,. But I
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Bài hát The Pulse Of The Dead - Parasite Inc. Heartbeat, can you be faking?. Dead inside. I‘m waking. Beat me!. I feel a little sick!. Where is the trick?. Your lies are on to kill me. kill the pulse
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Ah what up, y'all? Live, WFDS. At the * up Chicken Head Convention. Nationwide, Jones Beach, all the boroughs is representin' We got the big weaves, the big shoes, bad attitudes. It's on an
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I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails. But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken. Is a dozen nice fat snails. On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass. Whose tastes in food are very much wider
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roots. There ain't no turning back. We pon de culture track Some a seh that we gone soft. Whatever happened to the pulse so hard. They use to take a militant stance. Now all we're hearing is a song
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crazy about aspic and roast quails. But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken. Is a dozen nice fat snails. On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass. Whose tastes in food are very much wider
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Just a roll, just a roll. Just a roll on your drum. Just a roll, just a roll. And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing. No more excuses to come. Just one step at a time. And t
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You must philosophies. But why must you bore me to tears?. You're red around the eyes. You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying. Crying the hours in tears. Crying the h
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(Sandy Denny, Jerry Donahue). Morning shone among the shadows. Sunlight bled upon the silence. From the blackest night. Must come the morning sky. But yesterday was such a long time. Yesterday m
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She doesn't see the day to day. No colors where the children play. She doesn't see the things she's sown. White crosses painted on the door See me fly, see me cry, see me walk away. Every time the
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