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My Chemical Romance · My Chemical Romance · Radiohead/album/album · Chemical People · The Chemical Brothers · Chemical Art · Rare Earth · Rare Silk · Rare Bird · Rare Essence · My Chemical Romance · MOUHAMADOU LAMINE CISSE NUMERIS POLICE NATIONALE HUMANIS ALBUM 3 – and 46 other artists »
A Tribute to My Chemical Romance [Tributized] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Romance Bloody Romance: Remixes & B-Sides (Death from Above 1979) · Romance Bloody Romance: Remixes & B-Sides (Death from Above 1979) · Romance on Film/Romance on Broadway (Michael Feinstein) · Romance on Film/Romance on Broadway (Michael Feinstein) · Romance Bloody Romance: Remixes & B-Sides (Death from Above 1979) · Rare Black Rockin': Rare White Boppin' (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Chemical City (Sam Roberts) · Remixes, Vol. 6: Chemical Brothers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Chemical Wedding [Bonus Tracks] (Bruce Dickinson) – and 90 other albums »
beyond deep I got a chemical romance, two left feet So now I dance with the devil please G.O.D. Save me from the black parade, release me My life
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the flower that shattered the stone album, and has also been released on the stonehaven
looking over me. Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be
irritates So high but no chance My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth But I approached her like hey Mercedes why the long face Why
I can change your mind Soon as you walk out my door I'm gonna call a hundred times Now I walk under a pink sky Lovers for long and pass me by I
'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged No matter what
all, all, all too well Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it After plaid shirt
Never been no fragile flower I always got too much to say Never had much luck with love and romance I guess it's always been that way But I've
cryptic? Am I being too obscure? Love kills, romance is dead And I don't even trust myself But I love you And you can pull my wings apart And pin me
Or maybe love's like a rare flower You’re looking; you pass it right by You step off your path, and you see it in bloom You can’t quite believe your own
Betrayed by clenched hands. Wear your smile like a mask. Your tightened fists, they give your heart away. I don't mean to rush, or be obvious, But my
to no good the whole world would ask us And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye And if they didn't show face we would act
chemicals. Foggin?up my senses You're making me sensless You're calling it sexual. And you're going to get yours, my lady. Might even be today.
the phasers on kill 'cause the millions that haunt it ain't offered the same pills My chemical happy squad operate with freedom fighters Eye of the tiger pride
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
other shit Bitch, I'm on my own lane, only God judge me All you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat And now you're on my lying shit, starving
rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat And I am on my lion shit, starving like a full feast Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene Teddy
brandish Walk away clown boy, vanish Feelin' outlandish, chemicals soaked in my cabbage Face numb, face off rap shit, straight no chasing that dragon
would find heaven by my side And there were you angel, heaven in the morning Playing in my arms and in my life And I reached this decision, I love you
Cole World, DJ Khaled! Yeah, back from the dead Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head Who's white or black, it's a rare package
You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street Yeah! I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights
the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish And from the start of it you felt like you were
a war And 200,000 more to even look hard You better drop your flag and withdraw My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
supreme Soon as I hear the beat, bada-bing You gotta think: a hundred bars...damn, that's a lotta ink Eventually all of my albums'll be out of print
waiting My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love Ladies and gentlemen I have the pleasure to present on my album Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!