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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:22:56 GMT -5
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RAIN RAIN GO AWAY
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:24:28 GMT -5
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RAIN RAIN GO AWAY
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:25:10 GMT -5
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RAIN RAIN GO AWAY
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:25:52 GMT -5
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:26:25 GMT -5
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So life's a crazy thing right? You're born, nothing more than an infant, and you depend on others for a fourth of your life. Then you move out, supposedly fall in love and get married. In this case you then conceive children and birth and raise them, then the cycle begins all over again. Repetitive right?
This was for Lae on CIROC. I'm using it as an EXAMPLE only.
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:27:14 GMT -5
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RAIN RAIN GO AWAY
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Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:27:52 GMT -5
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:28:24 GMT -5
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RAIN RAIN GO AWAY
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:29:01 GMT -5
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Now there's gravel in our voices,
Glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war,
You'll always win,
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables from your head,
With violent words, and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run
But I don't wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up in smoke with all our memories.
It's morning, you wake as a sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup,
As we lay in the wake of destruction,
Hush baby, speak softly.
Tell me your awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby without you I'm nothing,
I'm so lost, hug me but then,
Tell me how ugly I am up,
But that you'll always love me.
Then after that shove me,
In the aftermath of the,
destructive path that we're on,
Two psychopaths:
But we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs
That we'll have each others backs cause we're that lucky.
Together we move mountains,
Let's not make mountains out of mole-hills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting.
I may have hit you three times,
I'm startin' to loose count
but together we'll live forever- we've found the youth fountain.
Our love we're crazy- we're nuts but I refuse counseling.
This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all
Two-thousand square feet of it to the ground,
Ain't shit you can do about it,
Cause with you I'm my fuckin'
Mind with out you I'm out of it.
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:29:31 GMT -5
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Now there's gravel in our voices,
Glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war,
You'll always win,
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables from your head,
With violent words, and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run
But I don't wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up in smoke with all our memories.
It's morning, you wake as a sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup,
As we lay in the wake of destruction,
Hush baby, speak softly.
Tell me your awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby without you I'm nothing,
I'm so lost, hug me but then,
Tell me how ugly I am up,
But that you'll always love me.
Then after that shove me,
In the aftermath of the,
destructive path that we're on,
Two psychopaths:
But we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs
That we'll have each others backs cause we're that lucky.
Together we move mountains,
Let's not make mountains out of mole-hills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting.
I may have hit you three times,
I'm startin' to loose count
but together we'll live forever- we've found the youth fountain.
Our love we're crazy- we're nuts but I refuse counseling.
This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all
Two-thousand square feet of it to the ground,
Ain't shit you can do about it,
Cause with you I'm my fuckin'
Mind with out you I'm out of it.
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:30:07 GMT -5
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Now there's gravel in our voices,
Glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war,
You'll always win,
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables from your head,
With violent words, and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run
But I don't wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up in smoke with all our memories.
It's morning, you wake as a sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup,
As we lay in the wake of destruction,
Hush baby, speak softly.
Tell me your awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby without you I'm nothing,
I'm so lost, hug me but then,
Tell me how ugly I am up,
But that you'll always love me.
Then after that shove me,
In the aftermath of the,
destructive path that we're on,
Two psychopaths:
But we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs
That we'll have each others backs cause we're that lucky.
Together we move mountains,
Let's not make mountains out of mole-hills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting.
I may have hit you three times,
I'm startin' to loose count
but together we'll live forever- we've found the youth fountain.
Our love we're crazy- we're nuts but I refuse counseling.
This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all
Two-thousand square feet of it to the ground,
Ain't shit you can do about it,
Cause with you I'm in my fuckin' mind
Without you I'm out of it.
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:32:04 GMT -5
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Now there's gravel in our voices,
Glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war,
You'll always win,
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables from your head,
With violent words, and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run
But I don't wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up in smoke with all our memories.
It's morning, you wake as a sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup,
As we lay in the wake of destruction,
Hush baby, speak softly.
Tell me your awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby without you I'm nothing,
I'm so lost, hug me but then,
Tell me how ugly I am up,
But that you'll always love me.
Then after that shove me,
In the aftermath of the,
destructive path that we're on,
Two psychopaths:
But we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs
That we'll have each others backs cause we're that lucky.
Together we move mountains,
Let's not make mountains out of mole-hills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting.
I may have hit you three times,
I'm startin' to loose count
but together we'll live forever- we've found the youth fountain.
Our love we're crazy- we're nuts but I refuse counseling.
This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all
Two-thousand square feet of it to the ground,
Ain't shit you can do about it,
Cause with you I'm in my fuckin' mind
Without you I'm out of it.
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:35:07 GMT -5
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Now there's gravel in our voices,
Glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war,
You'll always win,
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables from your head,
With violent words, and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run
But I don't wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up in smoke with all our memories.
It's morning, you wake as a sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup,
As we lay in the wake of destruction,
Hush baby, speak softly.
Tell me your awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby without you I'm nothing,
I'm so lost, hug me but then,
Tell me how ugly I am up,
But that you'll always love me.
Then after that shove me,
In the aftermath of the,
destructive path that we're on,
Two psychopaths:
But we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs
That we'll have each others backs cause we're that lucky.
Together we move mountains,
Let's not make mountains out of mole-hills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting.
I may have hit you three times,
I'm startin' to loose count
but together we'll live forever- we've found the youth fountain.
Our love we're crazy- we're nuts but I refuse counseling.
This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all
Two-thousand square feet of it to the ground,
Ain't shit you can do about it,
Cause with you I'm in my fuckin' mind
Without you I'm out of it.
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:35:39 GMT -5
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Now there's gravel in our voices,
Glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war,
You'll always win,
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables from your head,
With violent words, and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run
But I don't wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up in smoke with all our memories.
It's morning, you wake as a sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup,
As we lay in the wake of destruction,
Hush baby, speak softly.
Tell me your awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby without you I'm nothing,
I'm so lost, hug me but then,
Tell me how ugly I am up,
But that you'll always love me.
Then after that shove me,
In the aftermath of the,
destructive path that we're on,
Two psychopaths:
But we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs
That we'll have each others backs cause we're that lucky.
Together we move mountains,
Let's not make mountains out of mole-hills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting.
I may have hit you three times,
I'm startin' to loose count
but together we'll live forever- we've found the youth fountain.
Our love we're crazy- we're nuts but I refuse counseling.
This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all
Two-thousand square feet of it to the ground,
Ain't shit you can do about it,
Cause with you I'm in my fuckin' mind
Without you I'm out of it.
Walk Talk Think
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Post by Roamer on Nov 15, 2012 0:37:10 GMT -5
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Now there's gravel in our voices,
Glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war,
You'll always win,
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables from your head,
With violent words, and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run
But I don't wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up in smoke with all our memories.
It's morning, you wake as a sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup,
As we lay in the wake of destruction,
Hush baby, speak softly.
Tell me your awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby without you I'm nothing,
I'm so lost, hug me but then,
Tell me how ugly I am up,
But that you'll always love me.
Then after that shove me,
In the aftermath of the,
destructive path that we're on,
Two psychopaths:
But we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs
That we'll have each others backs cause we're that lucky.
Together we move mountains,
Let's not make mountains out of mole-hills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting.
I may have hit you three times,
I'm startin' to loose count
but together we'll live forever- we've found the youth fountain.
Our love we're crazy- we're nuts but I refuse counseling.
This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all
Two-thousand square feet of it to the ground,
Ain't shit you can do about it,
Cause with you I'm in my fuckin' mind
Without you I'm out of it.
Walk Talk Think
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