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03-15-2007, 10:42 AM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: long beach, ca and jersey shore
Posts: 160
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Fry me till I'm crispy
wrote these lyrics for one of my old bands.
Fry me till I'm crispy Ignorance, sells some pretty sad statements and so do the people that sell stars to the moon Blanketing bodies with sparkles sparking, hormones to rise eleventeen until deciding what shade of red is right? Innocence torn and wet clothes standing by the one she loved most he got up and said these three words You're brain dead again, again and again Sex is breathing to a whore like you.
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03-15-2007, 11:31 AM
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Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Joplin, MO
Posts: 482
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yeah. yeah. whore. whoooooooooooooooore!
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