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Time to pay the reaper
For the chaos you've sown
Time to pay the reaper
For the nation you sold
Time to pay the reaper
For the lives you've ruined

put stigma
On her I betcha
It will all backfire
Stories from the past
Trouble follows you but that's what we like
Laugh with m3 as we make them cry

moon that lies buried in the coal-black sky
 
I whispered, ""in a dream, we'll live forever""
You may have wanted that once, but not now
It's been years

it in Ukiyoe verse
Morph into a Yōkai, I'm animalistic and Accursed
The Wanderer, The Rogue and The Hunter are masterless
A master class like the 3

to resist pleasures
but the foolish to be slave them.
The best revenge is not to be like your enemy,
Live your truth and protect your inner peace.
A gem can't

The lights up ahead
And the traffic behind
Was it something you said
As I missed a sign

We were so lost
'Til we called a friend
We watched

A person who thinks all the time
Has nothing to think about except thoughts
So, he loses touch with reality
And lives in a world of illusions

By

a P.H.D.
Yeah Mojo knows how to live the dream
The rising star of the stage and screen
If you can't see it I'm sure you must be blind
So she'll leave your

the nature of a wise man to resist pleasures
but the foolish to be slave them.
The best revenge is not to be like your enemy,
Live your truth and protect your

Our life
Is it by design?
The connections we've made
Were they simply waiting for us to arrive
Like a lonely room in the night
Or is it all
Just dumb

A person who thinks all the time
Has nothing to think about except thoughts
So, he loses touch with reality
And lives in a world of illusions
By

Billy the Kid

Billy Joel

Live at the Bottom Line [bootleg]

1976

just could not seem to track him down
And it served his legend well
For the folks they'd love to tell 'bout when Billy the Kid came to town

Well one

Fell in love with the dream, tattooed all my memories
That's why they all seem to fade away by day
Found me up in the stars, like a filthy

Up

Page France

Hello, Dear Wind

someone say I love you,
I saw a man shoot dead another man 
And of course a crowd of people joined around it 
I know no one understands

I can lay down and watch the light
Become perfect outside
And live a charmed life
By way of your eyes 
With your hair laid out 
On the trampoline
All

A Letter to Heather

Justin Rutledge

No Never Alone

2004

your man

Do you live in the sand of a snow-colored land
Where the ghosts of your grandparents blow?
Where the houses roll like barber poles

Young Americans

The Braids

Here We Come

1998

a bus of survivors 
Blushing at all the afro-sheeners 
Ain't that close to love? 
Well, ain't that poster love? 
It ain't that Barbie doll 
Her

Just read your weekly column today And I want to say I feel exactly the same way Though I admit sometimes I’m lazy And blame the times we live to not

We were talking cheap
Talking just like college friends
Staying clear of present tense
Looking for a break
Looking for an out
I'd really love to stay

And act like no one was killed
You smile with that evil look in your piercing eyes
And lie about the pride of all the ones you love
It’s late Sunday night

What do you do when someone is called home
To the place that we spend our lives
Praying we'll one day feast our eyes upon

What do you say when

turning back
You need to escape from misery, to live without loyalty
Your resistance to being like the rest, Made the world a better place

Gods make that

I love Jesus no cap about that
When are you going to
He knew you
I knew you
When you sin it makes him cry
'Cause, in the end, you will go bye-bye
You

Leave me alone, I don't wanna talk
You left me broken
Now I'm hiding in the dark
But I'm still hoping
If it's real or did you ever even love me back