| Every Time I Die – Rendez-Voodoo Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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You better shove another piece of what's left into your mouth while the gettin's good. Because the hot is getting cold. Rain hell. You better drink up. Get your sorrows in, because we're coming and the party, it begins. There is no plaque for the dutiful. We dried the county making room for our graves. Well, my time is sure taking its time running out. |
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| Limbeck – Bird Problems Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| Robb fell asleep and dreamt about a bird named "Parking Lot". Good times. | |
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