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 born into a world of glass,neon vice, the land of flies,little eyes are shining brass,the net is hungry for your cryies. take this em... [read more] |
 Of love Of life Of green growing trees All age and so on feel pain Hurting another Cause pain to thyself But not knowing so Until the deed... [read more] |
 Sometimes I sits meself down and wonder, What it was, my very blunder, That sees me regularly ill-at-ease, Filled with worry, stress and dis... [read more] |
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Sitting here Sunday just doing my own thing all of a sudden the earth shook they say it was only 'a little' quake but hey, for this country... [read more] |
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Missing one, two, and three All my chances in life to be what I want to be What did I do How did I miss it so many times It's you You're j... [read more] |
 you beg for mercy laying there helpless as they drain you of all your dignity you are so fucking gutless you just milk all their pity you l... [read more] |
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it's the begining of her fall she cries as she watches the leaves fall off the trees as he passes her, he knocks her down with his claw she... [read more] |
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in his mind he is the king in her mind she is his love the eyes can't see the pain they bring the heart sees what their love is made of the... [read more] |
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you are so near yet so far away she crys for you still you want to stay she can see the uglyness inside of you you feed on the prey still sh... [read more] |
 When loneliness burns fire in your trembling eyes And thunder comes forth to steel your lonely cries And hell shatters your shelter made of... [read more] |
 When the heart discloses trusting to great love's call lovers now become soulmates finding a piece of heaven on earth Layers of charming pi... [read more] |
 Come My beloved and rise on eagles wings with me Let us soar great heights of love together as one Come let us go up to the mount... [read more] |
 I drive down the old country roads Alone, and yet at peace, at home I look at the fields all lush and green Taken in the beauty, god is here... [read more] |
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I know what fate is And it does not Have fickle fingers You may call it Steely and cold Cruel and relentless But its not fickle And when you... [read more] |
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If my heart Was instrumental It would be a harp Played by an angel Who looks just like you And with each plucked tone My heart would sing No... [read more] |