Destiny, it is you I resist
Fate, you've got no right to insist Is it all predetermined? (sorry if I screwed it up, rusty on the limericks) |
Destiny, it is you I resist
Fate, you've got no right to insist Is it all predetermined? (no really, its fine...and this isn't "for the purists") that we die just like vermin |
Destiny, it is you I resist
Fate, you've got no right to insist Is it all predetermined - that we die just like vermin? Or is there something I've missed? |
"Oh no! Now it's broken," he said,
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"Oh no! Now it's broken," he said,
Exploring the top of his head |
"Oh no! Now it's broken," he said,
Exploring the top of his head I can feel a great hole |
"Oh no! Now it's broken," he said,
Exploring the top of his head I can feel a great hole Where the brain meets the soul |
"Oh no! Now it's broken," he said,
Exploring the top of his head. "I can feel a great hole Where the brain meets the soul, Like I felt on the day I was wed." |
:D
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As a girl she was always leaning
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As a girl she was always leaning
Into the wind searching for meaning |
As a girl she was always leaning
Into the wind searching for meaning Which blew up her skirt |
As a girl she was always leaning
Into the wind searching for meaning Which blew up her skirt (the wind's a pervert) |
As a girl she was always leaning
Into the wind searching for meaning Which blew up her skirt (the wind's a pervert) In the end, she found it so demeaning. |
Loud with the pride of his fear
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