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Never, Neverland by Annihilator
Arise by Sepultura
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Not like it's new news or anything but still into Icky Thump
Right now i'm really starting to like: Little Cream Soda Well every highway that I go down Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about Oh well And every girl that I walk around Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found Oh well And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings And it's like a dang explosion when he sings And with every chance to set himself on fire, He just ends up doin' the same thing Well, each beautiful thing I come across Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off Oh well And there was a time when all I wanted Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda Oh well, oh well And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks Was all I had to care about Oh well, oh well, oh well Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires And whether I'm a liar And lots of other situations Where I don't know what to do At which time God screams to me There's nothing left for me to tell you Nothing left for me to tell you Nothing left Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
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One X - Three Days Grace
CCR: Revisited (usually when i'm driving) Wicked: The Broadway Musical Soundtrack (not a word, cause i love this cd. i can sing most of the songs also.....not well, but still)
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Unsettled I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you? What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas? *Cancer* Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague
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