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What is that sound, ringing in my ears. The strangest sound, I've heard for years and years. The sound of two hearts, beating side by side. The sound of one love, that neither one can hide The
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Some folks tell you what to do. They think they know more than you. They insist that they're givin' sound advice. But as sure as you're livin'. It ain't sound, it ain't nice. It just doesn't
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I never said a word but I know my Father heard me. I stopped talking 'bout it 'cause now it's time to shout it. Fifty thousand problems and words couldn't solve them That's the sound of victory and
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. Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone,. neath the halo of a street lamp,. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the
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Reflecting on what's been. Though past will be future. When again yesterday to be made For me, hazy times fume all around. Burning grass in a field of endless supplies. Tall people casting shadows
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My angel, clipped wings I know. Wonders in darkness on grimy ground. In a forest unclean, unsound. Everything, everything's gone wild Make land for the cows to graze. Leaflets scattered around. T
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Reflecting on what's been. Though past will be future. When again yesterday to be made For me, hazy times fume all around. Burning grass in a field of endless supplies. Tall people casting shadows
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If I had a hatchet it would be yours to have. 'Cause your decapitating habits feel a little bit orgasmic. If I had a hatchet it would be yours to have. I kind of like the feeling when you stab me i
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Progress is methodic, meaning step by step. Too much, too long, too many minds have slept. As the world grows gray, throw away mass produce. What are we to do now all hell has broken loose? The noo
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Who the *. Who the * is anything. You wore me down. Mentally. Gonna wear you down. Physically. Amputate your soul. There's a picture in my mouth. . Quietly *. Quietly gone. Quietly *. Quie
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