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 A king stood atop a hill His crown rested on a calloused brow There was a fierce battle here Many of his men had spent their lives To defend... [read more] |
 We were driving on I-40 thru Arkansas (Arkansas) Doing 95 against the law (against the law) There on the highway what did... [read more] |
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I am no one but only me. I would be blind if I couldn't see. I am together but all alone. I would be a child if I wasn't grown. I am afraid... [read more] |
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Do you know what you do to me when you do what you do? Can you see in my eyes do you have any clue? How I've been waiting for thi... [read more] |
 Behind this mirror There's a face This face hides damage Damage of hurt Hurt that has and always well hide behind this face The acne by her... [read more] |
 They march to and fro' Waiting their turn to go. Marching in their pretty lines, Preparing for the call and their time. The call comes and t... [read more] |
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As I bring to bear my flying gun, I think of flaming a mother's son. In a hail of hot lead His noble bird disintegrates and he is dead. Eac... [read more] |
 مركب بلا شراع [] اهمس النفس يكبر قربك الشرف وأعرف لها قدرا تستحوذ من عندها الحِـرف ارهنها إلى الناس تغلبها رهن كف حاذر عليها حدود له... [read more] |
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the town, small and silent felt no pity for Jake Sullivan in his younger days, proud and violent is nothing now but a drunken old man Jake... [read more] |
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adicted to bottle and the very last strand the edge we all stand on its a deep fall and the straight-jackets a tight fit stretch from the in... [read more] |
 I am traveling through Your minds eye Wanting more Than a fly by Will you stop and look Read me Like a book Or will you just let me be Overw... [read more] |
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in the alley ways they ran their course intelligence is questioned and social status is beaten into the gutter with canes and chains they sl... [read more] |
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The boy, I'm afraid, is gone. His heart,yet, still beats his lungs draw in air, to this day. Yet his eyes gaze into nothingness. Dear Sir, I... [read more] |
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Some children get roses while others get thorns; And they end up full of hate in a forest of scorn. Feeling worthless and abandoned like a p... [read more] |