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Broken Butterflies - Lucinda Williams

"Wear your anger well inside For all the world to see A heavy cloak a one glove tan And no humility You stand inside the garden And feast on black cherries And swallow the mana from heaven And spit out"

Let It Rain - OK Go

"Super automatic pilot motor running down circles in the parking lot Self-sustaining system bit her in the neck and quick and kissed her and took all she got Did you come here to dance? Whats in your"

The This Many Boyfriends Club - Beat Happening

"This many boyfriends walk her home This many boyfriends ring the phone Lori, Lori what's the story? All those boys think you are boring They just see those bobby socks Not what's beneath those curly locks It"

Cotton Candy & Popsicles - Insane Clown Posse

"Go step to them bitches over there Fuck that, you go step to them bitches. ......For what? Man, look out y'all Wibble wabble bumble boo, i'm Violent J nice to meet you, hop and jump thy cherry"

Cotton candy & popsicles - ICP

"Go step to them bitches over there fuck that, you go step to them bitches. ......for what? man, look out yall Wibble wabble bumble boo, im violent j nice to meet you, hop and jump thy cherry pump, (cherry"

Zoom - Lil Uzi Vert

"(Wheezy outta here) No, I will not answer, please do not do call my phone Mr. Do-Not-Answer-Phone Please, oh, girl, oh, leave me 'lone Double cup, it's styrofoam Pull up, my car, it go, "Vroom" This a"

King Is Coming - Ray Boltz

"The King Is Coming Words by William J. Gaither and Gloria Gaither (1,2, and 3), Charles Millhuff, verse 3 in part. Music by William J. Gaither The marketplace is empty, No more traffic in the streets, All"

Where Eagles Have Been - Wolfmother

"Well, we always seem to worry Life's becoming such a flurry Can't you see that there's lights in the dark Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams Rainbows tinted with gold All the stories"

The King Is Coming - Wanda Jackson

"The market place is empty no more traffic in the streets All the builders tools are silent no more time to harvest wheat Busy housewives cease their labors in the courtroom no debate Work on earth is all"

The Forest Whispers My Name - Cradle of Filth

"Black candles dance to an overture but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine my thoughts"

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