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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 4:44 am
Do you wanna hold my hand?
Would you sign this photograph?
'Cause I'm your biggest fan
Would you leave me lying here?
We're not here to pay a comliment
Or sing about the government
Oxycontin genocide,
Adolescent suicide,
I'll give you my sincerity,
(Don't give) a ******** about a Kennedy,
Here's what I've got to say.
(Favourite part of the song <333333)
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 10:17 am
Can't find my way home
but it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in your arms.
Can't find my way home
but it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in your arms.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:30 am
No way home why [x4]
We've got to go [x7]
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do just to get back in her arms.
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do just to get back, well, in her arms.
I can't find the way
[x6]
Come on angel, don't you cry
[x4]
Next song: Our Lady of Sorrows
We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight
And we could settle this affair
If you would shed your yellow, take my hand
And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge
Please understand it has to be this way and
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 3:28 pm
Stand
Up ******** tall
Don't let them see your back and
Take
My ******** hand
And never be afraid again
We've only got one chance to put things at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said
We're not celebrities
We spark and fade
They die by threes
I'll make you
Understand
And you can trade me for an apparation
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:36 am
Stand up ******** tall
Don't let them see your back
Take my ******** hand
And never
Trust, you said
Who put the words in your head
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take my ******** hand
Take my ********>
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:42 am
Stand up ******** tall
Don't let them see your back
Take my ******** hand
and never be afraid again
Just because my hands around your throat!
New Song: Heaven Help Us
Hear, the sound
The angels, come screaming down.
Your voice,
I hear you've been bleeding.
Make your choice
They say you've been pleading
Someone, save us!
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 3:35 pm
Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling down
I'm at this old hotel
But can't tell if I've been breathing,
Or sleeping,
Or screaming,
Or waiting for the man to call
And maybe all of the above
Cause mostly I've been sprawled on these cathedral steps
While spitting out the blood and screaming
Someone save us
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 6:18 pm
Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling down
And will you pray for me?
Or make a saint of me?
And will you lay for me?
Or make a saint of?
Cause I'll give you all the nails you need
Cover me in gasoline
Wipe away those tears of blood again
And the punchline to the joke is asking
Someone save us
Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you fall
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 3:01 am
And would you pray for me?
(You don't know a thing about my sins
How the misery begins)
Or make a saint of me?
(You don't know,
So I'm burning, I'm burning)
And would you lay for me?
(You don't know a thing about my sins
How the misery begins)
Or make a saint?
(You don't know,
'Cause I'm burning, I'm burning)
'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need
(I'm burning, I'm burning again)
Cover me in gasoline again
(Favourite part of the song! <333)
New Song: Teenagers
They gonne clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do.
Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 3:05 am
They said all, teenagers scare the living s**t outta me!
They could care less
As long as someone will bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me.
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did!
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 5:24 am
They said all teenagers scare the living s**t out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
Ohhh yeah!
They said all teenagers scare the living s**t out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
All together now!
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:32 am
Teenagers scare, the living s**t outta me!
They could care less as long as someone will bleed!
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone but not me!
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:23 pm
Yay. New song. (:
The End.
Now come one come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off the makeup, what's in is dispair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 10:46 pm
If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see,
You can find out firsthand what it’s like to be me,
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye,
I'd encourage your smiles,
I'll expect you won't cry,
Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!
Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!
Go me!!! 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:00 pm
Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my recognition, I'll serve it in drag
You've got front row seats to the penitance ball
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!
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