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right anymore

There is no way out now
Stealin' their money
Who'll get some?
Who'll get some?
I'll give to everyone
I'll give it to everyone
And hoard all

And watch it fly, find a home, take root, and grow

Be thankful for your gifts
Your talents, and your trades
The very core of who you are
Do not hoard them

Now it's sundown
There's a smoke through the trees
Hoards of goblins come
Shrieking barons on their knees

In the moonlight
He brings his sword into

Shelves that are adorned with specimens
Perpetually displayed
Finger through the pages of the catalogue of pain
You hoard the weak and the strong 

the hoard
Cursed crypt Cannot lift
Rotting flesh Dead body mesh
If you shall pass Legion of dead
They shall attack Covered in red

Don't fuck up my life
Don't you hoard all my fire
Don't you hoard all my fire
You could burn up my 

Don't put out my fire
Don't put out my fire
Don't put

When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her) 
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her, 
Then I suppose 
Anything goes. 
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-

you feel
Don't go
Hoarding reveries, a chest within the sea
I won't let it away
I lock it all away
I needed you to stay inside me
My heart hoards these

need to be confused
There's no need to hoard toilet paper when you're already a douche
You might not be amused
No need to be confused
There's no need

From the east a ship is seen, sailing hard for Miðgarðr
The hoards of Múspellsheimr sail, with Loki at the helm
The wolf guides the men of anguish,

We've got to keep it loud
Or they're gonna get bored
We've got to keep it fast
We're gonna lose the hoard
I don't want it to be this way
This is not

You're always living like a king

But no, you never share a thing!

You hoard and hoard but never use a drop

No, it sits in warehouses to rot and rot

6 o'clock, early morning
Waiting for the commuter train
A random hoard
Of solitary bubbles
Your only chance to clear the brain
You are one in

flying high, Breathing flames up to the sky, 
Treasure hoards and magic too, Legends of the dragons are true.         

In the caves where they reside,

An unending road shared by millions, a small windowless room. 
Surrounded by chattering jaws and the hands of the grasping hoards. 
We are a cosmic

High noon hoards of flies
A squirrel expired, compromised

You look so peaceful sound asleep
Those bugs thought you looked good enough to eat

High

Just a minute
Yeah sure man
No surprise
Sit at home
Drink your wine
 
Holding back
The shit ignored
Full of pride
And selfish hoard
 
You're out

I hoard

Talks with her
All the worlds I haul

Would you mind if I sat by
Watch the sand straighten every bend
The time is all but friend
No matter

at the top always shafting the rest
Giving the scraps to the poor while they hoard all the best

It's pitiful what we have become as we move through time

the system's made for you and me
Hoard it all and run away to save it for the end of days

It looks like we are out of luck when no one even gives a buck

Rack

lenses become misaligned-
A meandering reverie smashes
Time’s hoard of emotions entirely
To let go means to relive in flashes
But I don’t want the regrets

Stood tall, you felt strong. 

Stood tall, tonight. 

Tongue tied.

The words flow when you’re tongue tied, but right. 

 

The great hoards, fill

Hoards a passing brush with fame
Leaves as quickly as it came
Pause or you might show your head
You can't lose that street-cred

You're like

the game

We remain 

Share alike not hoard alone
It knocks you off your little throne
When the rain comes down we will build it round over again

You're so