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... a big mouth and i'm happy to see your foot is firmly entrenched where a molar should be if you talk much louder you could get an award from the federal ... »
Just Go Away
by Blondie
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... a big mouth and i'm happy to see your foot is firmly entrenched where a molar should be if you talk much louder you could get an award from the federal ... »
Just Go Away
by Blondie
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... the void clenches its determined jaws a lethargic, careless motion to kill monstrous, prodigious, indifferent slow and deliberate, its torturous skills ... »
Lethargica
by Meshuggah
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... waiting for the 7:18 january is endless weary-eyed and forlorn the northern line is the loudest sitting in silence in bars after work i've got nothing ... »
Waiting for the 7.18
by Bloc Party
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... of comin back to scold ya watch what come out of your mouth, you crack a molar i tried to told ya, he he he enemies gunnin', true believers ain't runnin' ... »
We're Gonna Make It
by Mary Mary
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... under the arc of a weather stain boards ancient goblins, and warlords come out of the ground, not making a sound the smell of death is all around and the ... »
Pet Sematary
by The Huntingtons
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... took from me is mine what is mine i'll never give' mascara glass in the molar weeds herash,a serpent infancy his eye patch pushed a gap of sand into his ... »
Frances the Mute [#]
by The Mars Volta
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... the void clenches its determined jaws a lethargic, careless motion to kill monstrous, prodigious, indifferent slow and deliberate its torturous skills ... »
Lethargica
by Meshuggah
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... waiting for the seven eighteen january is endless weary-eyed and forlorn the northern line is the loudest sitting in silence in bars after work i've got ... »
Waiting for the 7:18
by Bloc Party
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... like ghost games i conjure up pictures of events in my mind the swearing and the cannons of laughter buzz of static counting out time what i wish would ... »
Fingerprints
by The Odds
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... under the arc of a weather stain boards, ancient goblins, and warlords, come out of the ground, not making a sound, the smell of death is all around, and ... »
Pet Sematary
by The Ramones
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... the food that i'm eating is suddenly tasteless i know i'm alone now i know what it tastes like so break me to small parts let go in small doses but spare ... »
Ode to Divorce
by Regina Spektor
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