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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

The grass is greener over here

You're the fog that keeps it clear

Re-inventing what we knew

Taken time is all but true

You're the reason I feel pain

Feels so good to feel again.

Kurt cobain

What's yours

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Clap your hands

Sleep

Wave your hands

Hitch a ride

Sneeze

Go for a walk

Lets see you swim

Now ski

Spray

Macho man!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The machine guns are roaring

And the puppets heave rocks

And fiends nail time bombs

To the hands of the clocks

Call me any name you like

I will never deny it

But farewell, Angelina

The sky is erupting

I must go where it's quiet

Farewell Angelina - Joan Baez

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By *alandNitaCouple
over a year ago

Scunthorpe

They're Justified, and they're Ancient,

And they drive an ice cream van.

They're Justified and they're Ancient,

With still no master plan.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Cold beer scalds my back molars… Cold beer fattens me up for depression and I use depression…

I will use this depression just like a weapon…And it’s aimed at me, and anyone who dares to come too close…

I’ve washed some feet… (I thought) I’d made it up…

I’ve kissed some feet but still they stomp on me… Tantrum!

Bedroom destroyed… Bedroom destroyer…

Framed faces bring spelled leaden guilt trips… I could smash those faces with my worthless tales of yesteryear…

Count yourselves as shit-heel fortunate… You don’t have to live with this; my asinine paranoid-trenches…

I’ve grabbed at hands… (I thought) they’d lift me up…

I’ve grabbed some hands but still they beat me down… Tantrum!

Bedroom destroyed… Bedroom destroyer…

I’m pulverized by…Fat, sloppy fears and…I’ve wrecked this room/deck, once again…But it doesn’t matter…

You won’t find me… I’m hidden in a black room somewhere…I’m the boarder of thousands…(Of) undisputed demons…

And I’m laying them on you thick-like…Because I’m a talker…And I’m a doer…

And I’ll devour this place, sober and d*unk Sober or d*unk…Hail to the king of the pillow and pill…

My screams scare the birds out of every single tree for miles…With a voice once heard but best forgotten…

Trapped inside a closet inside 30-rooms and half a mile…I grabbed a knife…But there is no fight…

I’ve grabbed a knife, but there’s no fight for me….Tantrum!

Bedroom destroyed…Bedroom destroyer…

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world, life in plastic its fantastic

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I'm working on my backwards walk

Walking with no shoes or socks

And the time rewinds to the end of May

I wish we'd never met, then met today

I'm working on my faults and cracks

Filling in the blanks and gaps

And when I write them out they don't make sense

I need you to pencil in the rest

I'm working on drawing a straight line

And I'll draw until I get one right

And it's bold and dark girl, can't you see

I done drawn a line between you and me

I'm working on erasing you

Just don't have the proper tools

I get hammered, forget that you exist

There's no way that I'm forgetting this

I'm working hard on walking out

Shoes keep sticking to the ground

My clothes won't let me close the door

'Cause the trousers seem to love your floor

I been working on my backwards walk

There's nowhere else for me to go

Except back to you just one last time

Say yes before I change my mind

Say yes before I

You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it

You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it, you're

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By *olgateMan
over a year ago

on the road to nowhere in particular

Ne ne

Na na na na no no

Na na ne ne

Na na nah

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

They say there's no provision

There's not enough to go round

But when it comes to the gun there's a bullet for everyone

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By *ily WhiteWoman
over a year ago

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If you've heard all they got to say

You looked but turned away

Walkaway, walkaway

If you've said all you got to say

And now the words just slip away

Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway

That's what they say, what they say,

what they say

You gotta walkaway

If you've played all the games they play

You played them yesterday

Walkaway, walkaway

If you've been, where they want to go

Seen all they got to show

Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway

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By *alandNitaCouple
over a year ago

Scunthorpe

When you're standing at a cross roads, and don't know which path to choose.

Let me come along, 'cause even if you're wrong, I'll stand by you.....

Cal

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

**Andy Black - We Dont Have To Dance**

(It's an amazing song, my fave of all time)

You're never gonna get it

I'm a hazard to myself

I'll break it to you easy

This is hell, this is hell

You're looking and whispering

You think I'm someone else

This is hell, yes.

Literal hell.

We don't have to talk

We don't have to dance

We don't have to smile

We don't have to make friends

It's so nice to meet you,

Let's never meet again

We don't have to talk

We don't have to dance

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Changing the cat box, baking the bread...

I shoulda been paying the bills instead of paying homage to an image

drawn from somebody else's head"

Wine Women And Song

Harvey Danger

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