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The Night I Lost The Will To Fight - Cursive

"I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains The night has fallen down the staircase... I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned"

The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst - Cursive

"A little bit closer, I know you're not bashful There, now that's not so bad, is it? So what was that secret? What did that prick whisper to you? Was it playful and flirty Or degrading and dirty? I know"

Hot For You - The Vibrators

"Here you go again, you little heathen, Outta your pig pen, whoa, whoa. Fists in the air, shakin' your hair, You know you don't care, whoa, whoa. Wanna ride a rocket ship. to outer space, Hey girl,"

And The Bit Just Chokes Them - Cursive

"Here's a new recruit With new confusion His racing thoughts should be (unmade) If he needs more time, give him more time We are (not in a prison) Here's your marriage vows It's a sweat ring around your"

Absence Makes The Day Go Longer - Cursive

"Please hang my raincoat I guess that I'll stay a while While I wait on the return It seems the distance you've made Has since lost its meaning Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts To help quicken"

Blues For Pablo - The Manhattan Transfer

"Adios mi Corazon Iberia Adios mi Corazon adios Adios, adios Iberia Adios, adios Iberia Adios my Pablo You know how much we'll miss you when you finally leave us Vaya con Dios Over the water came a brother"

For Whom The Bells Toll - Kool Keith

"I stay in Office Depot and Staples Pack up my pens and paper, keep rollin more yellow pad I get mega sonic on you niggaz, beta sonic on your niggaz You keep power supply, I'm Teknotronix Better than"

For - Caliban

"Bark skin. I'm lying here. Still. Throughts hush eyes closing repeating this moment. Waiting for. Your abscence veils my sleep. My dreams. I'm moving in time. No when And yet you don't now. But my heart"

For - Totem

"We've grown up with the wind Our Mother Earth gives us strength To feel the seconds frozen in Each of my passed breaths We grown up with thousand skies Never-ending tempt gives us fear To feel the suffering"

Art Is Hard - Cursive

"Cut it out - your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine the crowds are catching on - to the self-inflicted song Well, here we go again - the art of acting weak Fall in love to fail - to boost your"

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