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Join Date: Mar 2006
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And we'll love again We'll laugh again We'll smile again And we'll dance again and its better off this way so much better off this way I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed |
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Join Date: Mar 2006
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lol...I was joking...man, noone can be sarcastic around here.
I would NOT go as frickin far as pop though, I would not clasify them in any sense as pop, no version of pop, no section of pop, NO POP!!!! I just see them as like, lighter punk.
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And we'll love again We'll laugh again We'll smile again And we'll dance again and its better off this way so much better off this way I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed |
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Join Date: Mar 2006
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well, thats your opinion, and thats cool.
I just really don't like pop, and whenever I think of it I think of frickin Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys, and all that crap. It just brings back bad memories of crappy bands that I used to like, (ick!!). I don't think MCR suck, their prettty awesome to me.
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^ dude you mean POP not punk ohmg your gonna get burned dude burned
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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