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The Lyrics Thread
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Fri Jun 19, 2009 @ 2:22pm |
 Coolness: 158295 | Maybe I'm Wrong - Blues Traveler
I wanna show you that anything is possible I wanna show you that your wildest dreams can come true And I swear someday I'm gonna figure out how to do just that But until then, I guess trying is all I can do Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right No, its none of my business but I think I can make you happy But it really doesn't matter if its me or its someone else All that I know is that I think you're kinda special And one way or another gonna see that I can treat you well Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right You seem to think that lady luck just doesn't like you Well, Ive been trying to believe that the lady just ain't that dumb Oh, just give her time to get here And I'm sure that when she gets here Shell be really glad to be here when she comes. Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 12:54pm |
 Coolness: 185415 | In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair I'm filled with despair There's no one could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my love |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Shindy replied on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 1:47pm |
 Coolness: 171900 | Hilary Duff, the beat of my heart
To the beat of my, To the beat of my, To the beat of my heart. The beat of my heart, The beat of my heart, The beat of my heart, It tears us apart. The beat of my heart, The beat of my heart, The beat of my heart, Now I'm back to the start. To the beat of my, To the beat of my, To the beat of my heart, C'est tellement profond la :p |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 1:48pm |
| Coolness: 185415 | /me pleure |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» LeChat replied on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 2:01pm |
 Coolness: 115595 | Bright Eyes - Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh
The phone slips from a loose grip, words were missed then some apology. I didn't want to tell you this, no it's just some guy she's been hanging out with, oh I don't know, the past couple weeks I guess. Well thank you and hang up the phone, let the funeral start, hear the casket close. Let's pin this split black ribbon to your overcoat. Now laughter pours from under doors in this house, I don't understand that sound no more, it seems artificial like a TV set. Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, this weight it must be satisfied... you offer only one reply, you know not what you do. And you tear and tear your hair from roots, off that same head you have twice removed now a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. Well hahaha. I remember everything, the words we spoke on freezing South Street and all those mornings watching you get ready for school. You combed your hair inside that mirror, the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears, something about those bright colors would always make you feel better. But now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren't meant for anyone, it's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance but there was once you. You said you hate my suffering and you understood and you'd take care of me. You'd always be there, where are you now? Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, our plans were never finalized but left to hang like yarn and twine, dangling before my eyes. As you tear and tear your hair from roots, off that same head you have twice removed now a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. And I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings. And my fingers press onto the strings, yet another clumsy chord. Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie, this weight would now be satisfied. I'm gonna give you only one reply, I know not who I am. But I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears, our conversations are circles, always one-sided, nothing is clear except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack. He says the choices were given, now you must live them or just not live. Do you want that? |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 2:06pm |
| Coolness: 185415 | un moment donné mon copain au début de notre relation ma fait une déclaration d'amour avec les lyrics de
Bright Eyes - first day of my life This is the first day of my life Swear I was born right in the doorway I went out in the rain Suddenly everything changed They're spreadin' blankets on the beach Yours is the first face that I saw Think I was blind before I met you I don't know where I am I don't know where I've been But I know where I want to go So I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever I especially am slow But I realized that I need you And I wondered if I could come home I remember the time you drove all night Just to meet me in the morning And I thought it was strange You said everything changed You felt as if you'd just woke up And you said, This is the first day of my life, Glad I didn't die before I met you But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy. So if you wanna be with me With these things there's no telling We'll just have to wait and see But I'd rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery Besides maybe this time it's different I mean I really think you'll like me... j'ai jamais été une grande fan de Bright Eyes, mais cette chanson la est de loin l'une de mes préférés, car quand mon copain m'a envoyer cette chanson, ce fut l'une des plus belles choses qui me soit arrivé dans ma vie :) criss que c'est parfaitement quétaine/cute |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» LeChat replied on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 2:09pm |
| Coolness: 115595 | jadore les lyrics de Bright eyes mais je trouve pas quil chante vraiment bien haha |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 2:13pm |
| Coolness: 185415 | exactement, les lyrics sont génial, vraiment brillant, mais la musique/le style c'est pas super.
merci de m'en avoir fait découvrir une que j'avais jamais encore lu :) |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» LeChat replied on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 2:27pm |
| Coolness: 115595 | sa fait plaisir!
si taime celle la jte conseille Lua aussi :P Update » LeChat wrote on Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 2:29pm well i know that it is freezing but i think we'll have to walk
keep waving to the taxis they keep turning their lights off but julie knows a party at some actor's west-side loft supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend get a coffee and the paper have my own conversations with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection the mask i polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit and i know you have a heavy heart i can feel it when we kiss and many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it but me i'm not a gamble you can count on me to split the love i sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist you're looking skinny like a model with youe eyes all painted black keep going to the bathroom always say you'll be right back well it takes one to know one kid i think you've got it bad but whats so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag i've got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train and if you promise to stay conscious i will try and do the same yeah we might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain but what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane and i'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this the reasons all have run away but the feeling never did not something i would recommend but it is one way to live cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is yeah it was simple in the moonlight now its so complicated it was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zimmermau5 replied on Wed Aug 12, 2009 @ 5:50pm |
 Coolness: 77420 | You’re everything I thought you never were
And nothing like I thought you could’ve been But still you live inside of me So tell me how is that? You’re the only one I wish I could forget The only one I’d love to not forgive And though you break my heart, you’re the only one And though there are times when I hate you Cause I can’t erase The times that you hurt me And put tears on my face And even now while I hate you It pains me to say I know I’ll be there at the end of the day I don’t wanna be without you babe I don’t want a broken heart Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe I don’t wanna play that part I know that I love you But let me just say I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no I don’t want a broken heart And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl…No...No No broken-hearted girl I’m no broken-hearted girl Something that I feel I need to say But up to now I’ve always been afraid That you would never come around And still I want to put this out You say you’ve got the most respect for me But sometimes I feel you’re not deserving me And still you’re in my heart But you’re the only one and yes There are times when I hate you But I don’t complain Cause I’ve been afraid that you would've walk away Oh but now I don’t hate you I’m happy to say That I will be there at the end of the day I don’t wanna be without you babe I don’t want a broken heart Don’t wanna take breath with out you babe I don’t wanna play that part I know that I love you But let me just say I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no I don’t want a broken heart And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No…No No broken-hearted girl Now I’m at a place I thought I’d never be…Oooo I’m living in a world that’s all about you and me…yeah Ain't gotta be afraid my broken heart is free To spread my wings and fly away Away With you yeah yeah yeah, ohh ohh ohh I don’t wanna be without my baby I don’t wanna a broken heart Don’t want to take a breath with out my baby I don’t wanna play that part I know that I love you But let me just say I don’t want to love you in no kind of way..No..No I don’t want a broken heart I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl..No..No.. No broken-hearted girl Broken-hearted girl No…no… No broken-hearted girl No broken-hearted girl |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Fri Aug 14, 2009 @ 9:18am |
| Coolness: 185415 | Warning: mysql_fetch_assoc() expects parameter 1 to be resource, boolean given in D:\Websites\rave.ca\website\include\functions\rw_code.php on line 103 Warning: strpos(): Offset not contained in string in D:\Websites\rave.ca\website\include\functions\rw_code.php on line 90 born ruffians - barnacle goose <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 And I'm frustrated with myself But I can't change I don't want to be me anymore And all of the tics & tocs & clicks of clocks That tell the time tell me this is just a phase And everything every day That's been scraping away At the side of my brain Can't come to form a thought, except... And all the thoughts I think I've saved Here for days that remain Just keep eating away And I still can't sleep, sing... Why can't you tell me what I wanna hear To help me get some rest Oh my darling dear? The songs of the birds Don't bring calmness no more Oh no, no they don't sing And none of the girls seem to think you're cool It's probably because you smell bad A skin disease won't get you Nowhere these days It's true, it's sad but true And everything every day That's been scraping away At the side of my brain Can't come to form a thought And all of the thoughts I think I've saved Here for days that remain Just keep eating away And I still can't sleep I sing... We're going to make plans We have plans to make plans We're going to do it right We've locked it in our sights I'll la-dee-da & they can dum-dee-day We'll tra-la-la all night and day we'll go far And if I write enough And think about it it'll happen It's not as tough as mom said As it so happens Your analyst lied to you when She told you the truth About boys, fear, open sores And things that are simple Like opening doors And all the thoughts I think I've saved here For days that remain Just eat eat eat away And I still can't sleep, sing... |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Fri Aug 14, 2009 @ 10:38am |
 Coolness: 61115 | [Slug:]
This, this is your... day Little Pat, the fuck was that? I won't lie little homie, they opened up doors for me Still hoping there's a moral to that story I think about all the time dedicated to getting inebriated We did it just for the sake of it Your family physician is a dope man That new prescription got you open Came a long way from visions of spirits Now we getting lifted off the cough syrups I saw up close how fucked up coke was So I was always too neurotic for the powder narcotics Huh, but I'm a pot head, functional alcoholic I don't binge though, I understand the logic I like hash but that shit's always hidden And I've never seen peyote here in my jurisdiction Never used a needle but I know bout the sweats Cause I'm addicted to coffee, cigarettes, probably sex Ecstasy is too damn strong for me And the intensity lasts too long for me Plus I figure I don't need any buzz To make me any more needy than I already was Huh, and to be real I don't trust them pills Somebody's mobile home laboratory up in the hills Or maybe bikers in a basement, dirty and nervous Tryna measure out the right amount of laundry detergent Hallucinogenics, who's tempted To bend your perception for a few seconds? Actually it's like a half-day gave away A deal that you made to do nothing but play and pray Please dear God, don't want to vomit again I promise from now on I'll stick to marijuana plants Mushrooms and me will not be friends Until the next time that Nate shows up with tops and stems Gobble 'em, yum, no, tastes like shit But you'll forget about that once they kick And for me acid was the same trip Until the part came where you wonder what it's made with Think about it, you're so high sitting there Thinking about thinking about it, so high sitting there Strict nine-six, vision impaired Found the meaning of existing on the floor in your kitchen, yeah I ain't gonna tell you that you better not do it But master your high, try not to abuse it Stay away from me if your life's getting stupid And please stop pretending that it makes better music Atmosphere---feel good hit of the summer n.2 |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» LeChat replied on Fri Aug 14, 2009 @ 11:28am |
| Coolness: 115595 | Johnny Hobo and The Freight Trains
Whiskey Is My Kind Of Lullabye : i was a loner until there were no friends left and before someone offered me drugs you know i was straight edge and everyone quits til you offer them a ciggarette before we learn our lesson lets see how bad things can get and i'll drink myself to death! or at least i'll drink myself to sleep! chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between my aspirations and my apathy. as we drive past the last exit to home i am waving goodbye and i might be sleeping in the ditch tonight but it's alright cuz whisky is my kind of lullabye! i was sober all morning til i woke up this afternoon and before someone offered me a job ya know i was gonna get one soon and everyone in this town sleeps til the calender collids with june, before the booze wears off lets take another shot or two. and i'll drink myself to death! or at least i'll drink myself to sleep! chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between my aspirations and my apathy. as we drive past the last exit to home i am waving goodbye and i might sleeping in the ditch tonight but it's alright cuz whiskey is my kind of lullaby lullabye! Update » LeChat wrote on Fri Aug 14, 2009 @ 11:47am Johnny Hobo and The Freight Trains
The Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Bottle : He talks about nothing using too many words. He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs. She acts the rage which is most of her problem. In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow. Another Saturday night. Another fucking shitty Saturday night. I'm spinning in the next room. Slurring along to my isolation At the top of my lungs. I'm sitting here next to you. Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done. I don't want to be anywhere at all. Here or at my house kicking at the wall. If home is where the heart is Then I live in my upper chest. I'm gonna drink until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different. And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant. But pints of Vodka don't write poetry. You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies. But I swear to fuck; That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more. And I swear to fuck; That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor. Than the words of Kurt Vonnegut ever could. And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could. I'm puking in the next room. Sorry about the carpet, Clean it up or your mom'll be mad. I'm pretending that I'm too good for you. So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am. Better to seem like an asshole, Than what you are. The billionth teenage boy with social problems To plays the guitar. I'm not sure what I want you to say to me. But I know the look on your face that I want to see. If home is where the heart is Then mine is a cigarette. I'm gonna drink until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. I'm not you and that's good enough for me. The only word that I use is fuck, So you can forget the dictionary. I can't tell what question you're asking. I don't care 'cause no is my answer. Another Saturday night. I kissed everything on a Saturday night. I'm bleeding in the next room. Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high. I'm here beating up on you. 'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die. I don't care that you don't care that I don't care. The only card game I know is strip solitaire. If home is where the heart is Then I got evicted this week. I'm gonna drink until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Fri Aug 14, 2009 @ 11:58am |
| Coolness: 61115 | Check check, alright you sick fucks ready? (YEAHHHH)
Alright lets fucking do it. Alright here we are back once again The outcast, Outlaw, Outsider Wasted youth crew in exile Here to take revenge on your society And spit our last breath in mankind's face We ain't got no image And we ain't got no style We can't sing and we can't dance We don't rap and we can't act And we definitely ain't too fucking pretty But we'll drag you under the table Knock your fucking teeth out Steal your fucking car Piss in your face Fuck your fucking mothers And tell you the truth The whole truth And nothing but the truth As we seen it while surviving our life sentences On the outside and darkside Off your sick twisted evil fucking society This here is my last chance To rise above the gutter And say to you and man kind and the whole fucking human race Fuck you This whole fucking thing is dedicated To all the outcasts, white trash and wasted youth out there Doing their time on the city streets And praying to the night sky alone This ones for us Our kind belongs nowhere Welcome to exile Welcome to nowhere These are the outlaw randoms So let's fucking go |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Thu Aug 27, 2009 @ 3:23pm |
| Coolness: 185415 | peter and the wolf - the highway <3
wake up, were driving it's best to keep moving things are going ok eating fruit on highways trying to stay healthy dreaming of the old days eye sockets running out in the fields the life of the farmer, it always appeals to me i wrote on a postcard i may or may not send i was keeping distracted until i saw horses and thought of you just put your arm around me smoke rising in the distance i wont sit in confusion its time for rebuilding hey rory hand me a lemon its good for hangovers and pass around the ginger it brings us together |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH replied on Thu Aug 27, 2009 @ 3:41pm |
 Coolness: 226335 | Bauhaus,
Dark entrie. Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please, miss lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what? what was right I came upon your room it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues Girating through some lonesome devils row Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey Of walking money checks possessing holes He often sleekly offers his services Exploitation of his finer years Work with loosely woven fabrics Of lonely office clerks Any lay suffices his dollar green eye. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» FUCKERS replied on Thu Aug 27, 2009 @ 3:43pm |
 Coolness: 89800 | some people say i'm bitter and i really should get over it
an angry young man with nothing tangible to show for it but oppression breeds obsession like another mean season and to turn a blind eye would be personal treason in the sky there's a tiding greeting each and every birth about how the unenlightened have inherited the earth and if aids doesn't get you you can bet you neighbor will because his umbrage and obstruction give him the liberty to kill ! --=Good Riddance=-- |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ONE.LAB.RAT replied on Fri Aug 28, 2009 @ 10:57am |
 Coolness: 76200 | joy division - love will tear us apart
When the routine bites hard And ambitions are low And the resentment rides high But emotions wont grow And were changing our ways, Taking different roads Then love, love will tear us apart again Why is the bedroom so cold Turned away on your side? Is my timing that flawed, Our respect run so dry? Yet theres still this appeal That weve kept through our lives Love, love will tear us apart again Do you cry out in your sleep All my failings expose? Get a taste in my mouth As desperation takes hold Is it something so good Just cant function no more? When love, love will tear us apart again Update » ONE.LAB.RAT wrote on Fri Aug 28, 2009 @ 11:02am skinny puppy - blue serge
worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering whims condition as night falls spills disease mental sores mine exploding you fucking liar lines form short mans views cassandra's curse prophets eyes sees the truth they perceive as lies this controls my mind after supper o much fatter how to reconcile this matter lies disfigured one on top no distinction soaking sing a screaming phrased in ill contempt not worth it this controls my mind so whose resolve cant stop them now raving mad so very small kisses dust storm wave good-bye have no need to scrape so high |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Fri Aug 28, 2009 @ 11:01am |
| Coolness: 185415 | i love the nouvelle vague version of that song <3<3<3 |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PonChalice replied on Fri Aug 28, 2009 @ 11:28am |
 Coolness: 76315 | Uranian Willy the heavy metal Kid, also known as Willy the rat - He wised up the marks.
"This is war to extermination - Fight cell by cell through bodies and mind screens of the earth. Souls rotten from the Orgasm Drug. Flesh shuddering from the Ovens. Prisoners of the earth, come out. Storm the studio" His plan called for total exposure - Wise up all the marks everywhere Show them the rigged wheel - Storm the Reality Studio and retake the universe - The plan shifted and reformed as reports came in from his electric patrols sniffing quivering down the streets of the earth - The reality film giving and buckling like a bulkhead under pressure - Burned metal smell of interplanetary war in the raw noon streets swept by screaming glass blizzards of enemy flak. "Photo falling - Word falling - Use partisans of all nations - Target Orgasm Ray Installations - Gothenburg, Sweden - Coordinates 8 2 7 6 - Take Studio - Take Board Books - Take Death Dwarfs - Towers, open fire." Pilot K9 caught the syndicate killer image on a penny arcade screen and held it in his sight - Now he was behind it in it was it - The image disintegrated in photo flash of total recognition - Other image on screen - Hold in sight - Smell of burning metal in his head - "Pilot K9, you are cut off - Back - Back - Back before the whole fucking shithouse goes up - Return to base immediately - Ride music beam back to base - Stay out of that time flak - All pilots ride Pan Pipes back to base." It was impossible to estimate the damage - Board Books destroyed - Enemy personnel decimated - The message of total resistance on short wave of the world. "Calling partisans of all nations - Shift linguals - Cut word lines - Vibrate tourists - Free doorways - Photo falling - Word falling - Break through in grey room." - Burroughs |
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