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We follow them like fools
Believe them to be true
Don't care to think them through
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this
And it's ironic too
Coz what we tend to do
Is act on what they say
And then it is that way
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this
Who are they
And where are they
And how can they possibly
Know all this
Who are they
And where are they
And how can they possibly
Know all this
Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
That ignorance is bliss
Who are they
And where are they
And how do they
Know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
That ignorance is bliss
And who are they
And where are they
And how can they
Know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this
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The Pork discussion boards: When people in the real world just aren’t childish or egocentric enough
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I don't suck up to anyone here, don't have to. They don't know me, I don't know them. The world works in these weird ways, where people just get along without a) having to be best friends or b) kissing ass. Once you grow up, you'll learn that.
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Song: Big Empty
Drivin' faster in my car.
Falling farther from just what we are.
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more.
These conversations kill.
Falling faster in my car.
Time to take her home,
her dizzy head is conscience laden.
Time to take a ride, it leaves today, no conversation.
Time to take her home her dizzy head is conscience laden.
Time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait to long.
Too much walking, shoes worn thin.
Too much trippin and my souls worn thin.
Time to catch a ride it leaves today,
her name is what it means.
Too much walkin' shoes worn thin.
Time to take her home,
her dizzy head is conscience laden.
Time to take a ride it leaves today, no conversation.
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden.
Time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait too long.
Conversations kill...
Conversations kill...
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| Dedicating this one to FISHMUSKIE *laughs* 
King of the Road
Roger Miller
Trailer for sale or rent,
Rooms to let fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets;
I ain't got no cigarettes.
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
buys an eight by twelve four bit room.
I'm a man of means, by no means king of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train;
Destination Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suits and shoes,
I don't pay no Union dues.
I smoke old stogies I have found,
Short but not too big around.
I'm a man of means, by no means king of the road.
I know every engineer on every train,
All of the children and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around.
Trailer for sale or rent,
Rooms to let fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets;
I ain't got no cigarettes.
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four bit room.
I'm a man of means, by no means king of the road.
"If we have no peace,
It is because we have
Forgotten that we
Belong to each other."
- Mother Teresa
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| | | | | i woke up sat morning with Ren & Stimpy's HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY in my head thought i got rid of it this morning til i saw this post... NOW ITS BACK!!! *HOLDS MY HEAD SCREAMING* OHHHHHHHH THE HORROR!!!!! * |
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| | | | AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOO ITS BARBIE GIRL ON THE RADIO!! i think that will replace HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!!!
DANCES N SINGS YOU CAN TOUCH YOU CAN PLAY IF YOU SAY IM ALWAYS YOURS!!! COME ON BARBIE LETS GO PARTY !!! |
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| *Be still My punk rock heart*
Would you rather have this stuck in your head? *L*
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