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to force our will upon them?
I mean, isn't that one of the joys about being a human?
Freedom of choice?
Now, it's not all bad.
Now, I'm not saying "Kill
of Revelation
Saw the astronauts on TV jumpin' on the moon
And all the horses that I bet on
Are lame and shot through the head
Sweet Ecclesiastes won't
me at the door that night
She said, "There's blood on your hands and your face is all white"
"Don't ask me, Mama - nobody knows
What went down where
the air
Words we don't need without you I don't breathe
Forever building castles in the air
So softly like a sigh
Sea where the white horses ride
It
[Van der Laars/Parry]
Wait a minute, hold your horses there
What's the rush now, take your time
Easy does it, the hours the seconds they
They last
[Mad Child]
I've lost track of my body count
The amount is enormous
Dropped in sector four
Non-conformist intimidates
Eliminating all heads
You better double up our double down
I heard that Lenny Spooks was dead
They're putting shiny copper pennies
On his tiny little head
Horses
the devil
Every night go to battle, squeeze that nine milli' metal
Until that beat settles, plus randomly complete me
'cause they all beneath me, when night
months with all the stains on his jumper
I wanna be a rappa, not a ho backstage
At an Eminem show, earnin' minimum wage, I wanna be rap, rap, rap
I wanna
- show us your clit
Claudia Schiffer - because you're not worth it
Ewan McGregor don't deserve the force
Céline Dion's got the face of a horse
No
into the sewer
Her body stunk for weeks like horse manure
Now the police are looking for the boyfriend, I'm the suspect
Forensic files, evidence, panic
[Vinnie Paz]
I'm coming for your head
Like something from the dawn of the dead
Vito Corleone style, horse on a bed
Thoughts on a bed from a hallow tip
Chop
is the blood stains on the razor blade
(My rain doesn't stop), 'til all you got is flooded gardens
When the president runs out of excuses, he's sure
city
No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
They call it
After we shot the grizzly
After the airship crashed
After we lost the compass
After the radio went dead
We shot and ate the horses
We marched
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed
your weapons saddle your horse your the greates hunter
tomorrow at the mourning red we will go to the forest."
Hagen said to Kriemhild that he wants
his mind
that he wants to free the land
from the plague and pain
and from the smell of sulfur
the fire and the dead
Farmer:
"Take the horse that came
a thorn in my side
We never quite broke that horse
She slept in the cul-de-sac rye
Seven miles from my front porch
Bundle up and come with me now
Down
Go ahead Russell
There's an old man in the foothills
And if he ain't dead, he's living there still
Loved them little cuttin' horses all his life
ignored
Spitting metaphoric
Until the chosen child is aborted
When my mind's in orbit
Forces knock you out your high horses
Deal with high sources
Until
city
No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
They call it
When you're on your high horse
And things are going your way
You really don't appreciate
What you wanted bad yesterday.
But if I lost it-
I'd still
Upon his shoulders perch two ravens, huginn and muninn. they circle the earth by day seeing all, at night they report to him the world's tidings.
He
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