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"Merciless like a terrorist, hard to capture

The flow changes like a chameleon

Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger

This technique attacks the immune system

Disguised like a lie, paralysing the victim

You scream, as it enters your bloodstream

Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain

Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede

And injure any motherfucking contender."

Mmm!

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Like a DC-10: guaranteed to go down,

But baby your black box is the one that I found,

I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money,

Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smells funny

ah! da bloodhound gang...gotta luv 'em!

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anti nowhere league-so what....

SO WHAT

I’ve been to Hastings, I’ve been to Brighton , I’ve been to Eastbourne too

So What, So What

I’ve been here, I’ve been there, I’ve been every fucking where

So What, So What

So What, So What, you boring little cunt, who care’s, who care’s what you do!

Who care’s, who care’s about you, you, you.

I sucked sweets, I sucked rock, I even sucked an old man’s cock

So What, So What

I’ve fucked a sheep and I’ve fucked a goat, I’ve had my cock right down its throat

So What, So What

So What, So What, you boring little cunt, who care’s, who care’s what you do!

Who care’s, who care’s about you, you, you.

I’ve drunk that and I’ve drunk this, I’ve spewed up on a pint of piss

So What, So What

I’ve had scag and I’ve had speed, I’ve jacked up until I bleed

So What, So What

So What , So What, you boring little cunt, who care’s, who care’s what you do

Who care’s, who care’s about you, you, you.

I've had crabs, I've had lice, I've had the pox and that ain't nice

So What, So What

I've fucked this and I've fucked that, I've even fucked a ginger pratt(edited for decency to schoolgirls)

So What, So What

So What, So What, you boring little cunt, who care's, who care's about you,

You, you, YOU.

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Nine Inch Nails - Reptile

devils speak of the way in which she'll manifest

angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress

need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness

i now know the depths i reach are limitless

Godspeed You Black Emperor! - Dead Flag Blues

the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel

and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides

and a dark wind blows

the government is corrupt

and we're on so many drugs

with the radio on and the curtains drawn

we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine

and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down

and the billboards are all leering

and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves

mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble

and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire

all twisted metal stretching upwards

everything washed in a thin orange haze

i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful --

these are truly the last days"

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down --

for sure it's the valley of death

i open up my wallet and it's full of blood

Led Zeppelin - Kashmir

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream

I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been

To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen

They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

--

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream

Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream

My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again

Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years

With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

Ohh.

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Ain't got no woman next to me

I just got this magazine

And what's on the TV screen

But that's OK with me

My hand is tired and my dick gets sore

But the Girls of Porn want more

So I flick through the pages one more time

And I just let the jism fly

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, right.

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"When I think I've found a good old-fashioned girl

Then she put me in my place

If everyone's a little queer

Can't she be a little straight?"

Weezer - 'Pink Triangle' (from the album 'Pinkerton')

E-X

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The Message - Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five

Broken glass everywhere

People pissing on the stairs, you know they just

don't care

I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise

Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice

Rats in the front room, roaches in the back

Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat

I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far

Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car

Chorus:

Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window

Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes

blow

Crazy lady, livin' in a bag

Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag

Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go

To search a prince to see the last of senses

Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps

So she can tell the stories to the girls back home

She went to the city and got so so so ditty

She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her

own

Chorus:

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin' under

My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V.

Says she watches to much, is just not healthy

All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night

Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight

Bill collectors they ring my phone

And scare my wife when I'm not home

Got a bum education, double-digit inflation

Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike

at the station

Me on King Kong standin' on my back

Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac

Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane

Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might

hijack a plane!

Chorus:

My son said daddy I don't wanna go to school

Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a

fool

And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be

cheaper

If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper

I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet

Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps

Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing

funny

You got to have a con in this land of milk and

honey

They push that girl in front of a train

Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again

Stabbed that man, right in his heart

Gave him a transplant before a brand new start

I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy

after the dark

Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the

run

I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw

Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a

seesaw

Chorus:

A child was born, with no state of mind

Blind to the ways of mankind

God is smiling on you but he's frowning too

Cause only god knows what you go through

You grow in the ghetto, living second rate

And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate

The places you play and where you stay

Looks like one great big alley way

You'll admire all the number book takers

thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers

Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens

And you wanna grow up to be just like them

Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers

Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers

You say I'm cool, I'm no fool

But then you wind up dropping out of high school

Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void

Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd

Turned stickup kid, look what you done did

Got send up for a eight year bid

Now your man is took and you're a May tag

Spend the next two years as an undercover fag

Being used and abused, and served like hell

Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell

It was plain to see that your life was lost

You was cold and your body swung back and forth

But now your eyes sing the sad sad song

Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Chorus:

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Personally I reckon Morrissey is just about the greatest lyricist ever, so I'll choose his best song:

The Smiths 'I Know It's Over':

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

And as I climb into an empty bed

Oh well. Enough said.

I know it's over - still I cling

I don't know where else I can go

Oh ...

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

See, the sea wants to take me

The knife wants to slit me

Do you think you can help me ?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy

Handsome groom, give her room

Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly

(Though she needs you

More than she loves you)

And I know it's over - still I cling

I don't know where else I can go

Over and over and over and over

Over and over, la ...

I know it's over

And it never really began

But in my heart it was so real

And you even spoke to me, and said :

"If you're so funny

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

And if you're so clever

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

If you're so very entertaining

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

If you're so very good-looking

Why do you sleep alone tonight ?

I know ...

'Cause tonight is just like any other night

That's why you're on your own tonight

With your triumphs and your charms

While they're in each other's arms..."

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes strength to be gentle and kind

Over, over, over, over

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes guts to be gentle and kind

Over, over

Love is Natural and Real

But not for you, my love

Not tonight, my love

Love is Natural and Real

But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

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Ra - "Only"

"I watch the bugs crawling across my skin

Now that you are gone, I can let things crumble

And though it seems that this was meant to be

It's so hard to see and all I do is stumble

The candles burn but it's still too dark

I have given up so it's not worth trying

I'll face the truth when I think I can

Try to understand what I love denying

I'm only

Falling through the cracks

I'm only

Losing my will to live

I'm only

Broken and beaten down

I'm only... I'm only

I've got to go this place is poison now

Now that you are gone and your ghost ignores me

I beg and plead with eternity

But this fantasy I see abhors me

The visions come during day or night

Angels, devils pray on my weak condition

And out of reach there's a tiny light

That could set things right if I could change position

I'm only

Falling through the cracks

I'm only

Losing my will to live

I'm only

Broken and beaten down

I'm only... I'm only

If only the sun could spare me this pain

I would open up the doors and let him in

And look into his eyes

Just burn away your lies

Take you from my heart and from my soul

I'm only

Falling through the cracks

I'm only

Losing my will to live

I'm only

Broken and beaten down

I'm only... I'm only..."

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Talkin' Softball

Well Mr. Burns had done it,

The power plant had won it,

With Roger Clemens clucking all the while,

Mike Scioscia's tragic illness made us smile,

While Wade Boggs lay unconscious on the barroom tile...

We're talkin' softball...

From Maine to San Diego.

Talkin' softball...

Mattingly and Canseco.

Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw.

Steve Sax and his run-in with the law.

We're talkin' Homer... Ozzie and the Straw.

We're talkin' softball...

From Maine to San Diego.

Talkin' softball...

Mattingly and Canseco.

Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw.

Steve Sax and his run-in with the law.

We're talkin' Homer... Ozzie and the Straw.

We do! (The Stonecutters song)

All: Who controls the British crown?

Who keeps the metric system down?

We do! We do!

Karl: Who leaves Atlantis off the maps?

Lenny: Who keeps the Martians under wraps?

Alien: We do! We do!

All: Who holds back the electric car?

Who makes Steve Gutenberg a star?

We do! We do!

Skinner: Who robs cavefish of their sight?

Homer: Who rigs every Oscar night?

All: We do! We do!

See My Vest

Burns: Some men hunt for sport,

Others hunt for food,

The only thing I'm hunting for,

Is an outfit that looks good...

See my vest, see my vest,

Made from real gorilla chest,

Feel this sweater, there's no better,

Than authentic Irish setter.

See this hat, 'twas my cat,

My evening wear - vampire bat,

These white slippers are albino

African endangered rhino.

Grizzly bear underwear,

Turtles' necks, I've got my share,

Beret of poodle, on my noodle

It shall rest,

Try my red robin suit,

It comes one breast or two,

See my vest, see my vest,

See my vest.

Like my loafers? Former gophers -

It was that or skin my chauffeurs,

But a greyhound fur tuxedo

Would be best,

So let's prepare these dogs,

Mrs. Potts: Kill two for matching clogs,

Burns: See my vest, see my vest,

Oh please, won't you see my vest.

A Boozehound Named Barney

Shary: In front of a tavern,

Flat on his face,

A boozehound named Barney

Is pleading his case.

Barney: Buy me a beer,

Two bucks a glass.

Come on, help me,

I'm freezing my ass.

Buy me brandy,

A snifter of wine.

Who am I kidding?

I'll drink turpentine.

Moe: Move it, ya drunk,

Or I'll blast your rear end.

Barney: I found two bucks!

Moe: Then come in, my friend!

Shary: And so, let us leave

On this heartwarming scene.

Bart: Can I be a boozehound?

Homer: Not till you're fifteen.

The Fritz Schnackenpfefferhausen Bratwurst song

Rainier Wolfcastle: Mein bratwurst has a first name,

It's F-R-I-T-Z,

Mein bratwurst has a second name,

It's S-C-H-N-A-C-K-E-N-P-F-E-F-F-E-R-H-A-U-S-E-N.

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She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God, I could do better than that

Or...

With karate I'll kick your ass

Here to Tiennamen Square.

Oh yeah, muthafucka,

I'm gonna kick your fuckin' derriere.

You broke the rules,

Now I'll pull out all your pubic hair,

You muthafucka.

You muthafucka.

Kyle betrayed me

And then he lied tried to hide

And I died deep inside

And you know the reason why.

I'm gonna kick your ass

From here to right over there.

Oh yeah muthafucka,

I'm gonna kick your fuckin' derriere.

You broke the rules,

Now I'll pull out all your pubic hair,

You muthafucka.

You muthafucka.

Or...

Welcome to where time stood still,

No-one leaves and no-one will

Or...

G'd up from the feet up, can you dig it

And we do this here like seven dizzles a wizzle

Fa shizzle my nizzle, the big Snoopy D-O-double-jizzle

Back up in the hizzle, Da Boss, Nigga

Give me time, I'll think of some more...

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but how about Paul Hardcastle's '19'?

All those who remmeber the war,

They won't forget what they've seen.

Destruction! Of men in their prime,

Whose average age was nineteen.

d.d.d.d.d.d.d.destruction!

surely the greatest critique yet of the vietnam war?

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No one likes us;

I don't know why.

We may not be perfect,

But heaven knows we try.

But all around, even our old friends put us down.

Let's drop the big one and see what happens.

We give them money,

But are they grateful?

No, they're spiteful

And they're hateful.

They don't respect us, so let's surprise them;

We'll drop the big one and pulverize them.

Now, Asia's crowded,

And Europe's too old.

Africa's far too hot,

And Canada's too cold.

And South America stole our name.

Let's drop the big one; there'll be no one left to blame us.

Bridge:

We'll save Australia;

Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo.

We'll build an all-American amusement park there;

They've got surfing, too.

Well, boom goes London,

And boom Paris.

More room for you

And more room for me.

And every city the whole world round

Will just be another American town.

Oh, how peaceful it'll be;

We'll set everybody free;

You'll have Japanese kimonos, baby,

There'll be Italian shoes for me.

They all hate us anyhow,

So let's drop the big one now.

Let's drop the big one now.

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"Oh the snot has caked against my pants.

It's turning into crystal."

Live And Let Live - Love

My girlfriend once referred to that song thusly:

"What's that rubbish song about flicking bogies on the floor?" ;)

My favourite song lyrics are from Rockin' Chair by The Band. Not often you get a song about people growing old:

Turn around Willie boy

Don't you raise the sails anymore

It's for sure

I spent my whole life at sea

And I'm pushing age 73

Now there's only one place that was meant for me...

Oh to be home again

Down in old Virginny

With my very best friend

And they call him Ragtime Willie

We're gonna soothe away the rest of our years

We're gonna put away all of our tears

That big rocking chair won't go nowhere

Slow down, Willie Boy,

Your heart's gonna give right out on you

It's true, and I believe I know what we should do.

Turn the stern and point to shore,

The seven seas won't carry us no more.

Oh, to be home again,

Down in old Virginny,

With my very best friend,

They call him Ragtime Willie.

I can't wait to sniff that air,

Dip'n snuff, I won't have no care,

That big Rockin' Chair won't go nowhere.

Hear the sound, Willie Boy,

The Flyin' Dutchman's on the reef.

It's my belief

We've used up all our time,

This hill's to steep to climb,

And the days that remain ain't worth a dime.

Oh, to be home again,

Down in old Virginny,

With my very best friend,

They call him Ragtime Willie.

Would-a-been nice just t'see the folks,

listen once again to the stale jokes,

That big Rockin' Chair won't go nowhere.

I can hear something calling on me

And you know where I want to be

Oh Willie don't you hear that sound

down in old Virginny

I just want to get my feet back on the ground

down in old Virginny

I'd love to see my very best friend

They call him Rag-time Willie

I believe old rockin chair's got me

;)

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"She lies and says she's in love with him

Can't Find a better man

She Dreams in Colour, She Dreams in Red

Can't find a better man"

Pearl Jam - Better Man

" I Don't mean to brag

I don't mean to boast

But I'm intercontinental

when I eat french toast "

Beastie Boys - The Move (I think)

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Beastie Boys have some great ones. My favourite of theirs is:

I am the king of Boggle,

There ain't none higher,

I get eleven points for the word quagmire!

That's just so genius.

But I guess my favourite lyricist is Paul McCartney.

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from ?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong ?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear

No one comes near.

Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there

What does he care?

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave

No one was saved

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

Na Na Na Na Na Na-Na-Na-Na

Hey Jude, don't let me down

You have found her, now go and get her

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin

You're waiting for someone to perform with

And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do

The movement you need is on your shoulder

Na Na Na Na Na Na-Na-Na-Na. Yeah.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her under your skin,

Then you'll begin to make it

Better, better, bette, better, better, better, ohhhhhhh, YEAH.

When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And in my hour of darkness

She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people

Living in the world agree,

There will be an answer, let it be.

For though they may be parted there is

Still a chance that they will see

There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.

Let, let it, let it be.

Yeah, there will be an answer, let it be.

etc.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me

Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm.

Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins

Silently closing her bedroom door

Leaving the note that she hoped would say more

She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her hankerchief

Quietly turing the backdoor key

Stepping outside she is free.

She (We gave her most of our lives)

Is leaving (Sacraficed most of our lives)

Home (We gave her everything money could buy)

She's leaving home after living alone

For so many years. Bye, bye

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown

Picks up the letter that's lying there

Standing alone at the top of the stairs

She breaks down and cries to her husband

Daddy our baby's gone.

Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly

How could she do this to me.

She (We never thought of ourselves)

Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)

Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)

She's leaving home after living alone

For so many years. Bye, bye

Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away

Waiting to keep the appointment she made

Meeting a man from the motor trade.

She (What did we do that was wrong?)

Is having (We didn't know it was wrong)

Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)

Something inside that was always denied

For so many years. Bye, bye

She's leaving home. Bye, bye

One of my other favourite songs is Hallelujah, written by Leonard Cohen. Which is fantastic.

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Personally I reckon Morrissey is just about the greatest lyricist ever, so I'll choose his best song:

The Smiths 'I Know It's Over':

Hmmm, Morrisseys best vocal, no question.

But his best lyrics? I’d rate ‘Back to The Old House’ and ‘Suffer Little Children’ as finer lyrical achievements.

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads

Oh John, you'll never be a man

And you'll never see your home again

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights ?

Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said : "I know my son is dead

I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Fresh lilaced moorland fields

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

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Dream Theater - Finally Free.

[Miracle:]

Friday evening

The blood still on my hands

To think that she would leave me now

For that grateful man

Sole survivor

No witness to the crime

I must act fast to over up

I think that there`s still time

He`d seem hopeless and lost with this note

They`ll buy into the words that I wrote

" This feeling inside me

Finally found my love, I`ve finally broke free

No longer torn in two

I`d take my own life before losing you"

[V:]

Feeling good this friday afternoon

I ran into Julian

Said we`d get together soon

He`s always had my heart

He needs to know

I`ll break free of the Miracle

It`s time for him to go

This feeling inside me

Finally found my love, I`ve finally broke free

No longer torn in two

He`d kill his brother if he only knew

Their love renewed

They`d rendezvous

In a pathway out of view

They thought no one knew

They came a shot out of the night

[sleeper:]

One last time

We`ll lay down today

One last time

Until we fade away

One last time

We`ll lay down today

One last time

We slowly fade away

As their bodies lie still

And the ending draws near

Spirits rise through the air

All their fears disappear, it all becomes clear

A blinding light comes into view

An old soul exchanged for a new

A familiar voice comes shining through

[N:]

This feeling inside me

Finally found my love, I`m finally free

No longer torn in two

I learned about my lie by living through you

This feeling inside me

Finally found my love, I`ve finally broke free

No longer torn in two

Living my own life by learning from you

We`ll meet again my friend someday soon

[CNN report:]

" news in London, France, Russia and Italy have deleted their lead story, all

anticipating the outcome of the man considered to be a member of American

nobility. And as you can imagine, as the skies have grown darker here over

Washington, the moon has grown darker as well and people here are beginning to

resign themselves to the possibility that they are witnessing yet another

tragedy in a long string of misfortunes. Reaction from everywhere, from

Washington and certainly from around the world has guess..."

[H:]

"Open your eyes, Nicholas"

[N:]

"AAAH!"

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