Making the tears gush like waves
deadeye watches, still the killing carries on
To the rhythm of the gunfire and the voices of concern
deadeye claims »
Deadeye
Thunder and Consolation [China Bonus CD]
by New Model Army
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See the bitter narcoleptic
Dead-eye, red-eyed narcoleptic
Constructn' a weightless world to hold
Aloft my shoulders
Actions do speak louder than »
Narcoleptic
Punishment in Capitals
by Napalm Death
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(daryl hall)
Tin can sound and a dead-eyed crowd
Can turn a sane man crazy and a crazy man sad
I can fight with the best, but I can only go so many »
Grounds for Separation
Original Album Classics
by Hall & Oates
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Dying Gasp
So Hear Them Now
All The Deadeyed Souls Who've Spent Their Lives
And Just Grown Old
So Hear The Cries
From The Deadeyed Souls Who've Spent »
She Crys (For Spider)
Love of Life
by Swans
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your soul
Soulless and dead-eyed
[Solo: BV - JG]
At the core
You gained a thrill from the sickening stench
The smell of terror as they MARCHED »
Dead Eyes
Order of the Illuminati
by Agent Steel
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in the bottom of something
Being loaded in a dump truck
I was so gone, I was dead-eyed
I've been screaming at the top of my lungs
Since 1965
I'm pissed »
Poor Born
Echoes of the Past
by Dead Moon
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son, get gone
Smiling, all like a dead-eyed dog
Don't you leave me here (x2)
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get (x2)
Hitched
Get »
Hitched
Keep on Your Mean Side
by The Kills
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circles
In the pupil of the deadeye until you just feel numb
It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not much trouble anymore
It's mostly the blissed-out stuff that »
R&R
Eight
by New Model Army
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one more kiss
You're a dead-eye baby, you never miss
There's not much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard i broke my wrist »
Don't Be Crushed
For Him and the Girls
by Hawksley Workman
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have seen this chick, she was a dead-eye dick
Hey! I couldn't do it better myself!
An' then my face got red and my chest swelled up
An' my eyes »
Kewpie Doll [#][*]
Touch Me in the Morning [Bonus Tracks]
by Diana Ross
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you any more than I do
No! No! No! it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do
I'm gonna warn all the *dead-eyed dicks*
That »
Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief
1946: Old Gold Shows
by Frank Sinatra
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dead-eyed
Dead drunk
Dead stupid
Cyberpunks
Fed-up killer geeks
Gigabyte meth freaks
Home alone
In a world of their own
Up all night
In the thick »
Seen Enough
Looking Forward
by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
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you any more than I do
No! No! No! it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do
I'm gonna warn all the *dead-eyed dicks*
That »
Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief
The Classic Hoagy Carmichael [Disc 2]
by Betty Hutton
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to drink
At least the sand is cold
Wish the sea would drown the freeway
Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder
They can't walk with fallen soldiers »
Skeletal History
Here Comes That Weird Chill [EP]
by Mark Lanegan
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you any more than I do
No! No! No! it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do
I'm gonna warn all the *dead-eyed dicks*
That »
Stuff Like That There (On Stage, Everybody)
The Blonde Bombshell [Living Era]
by Paul Weston & His Orchestra
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Sickle constellations
Stud the velts that welt the sku
Whilst the Bitter winter moon
Prowls the clouds, dead,eyed
Like shifting parent flesh
Under »
From the Cradle to Enslave
From the Cradle to Enslave
by Cradle of Filth
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'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my »
Angels with Dirty Faces
Forever
by Diddy
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Chorus)
Hot liquor stone jack
Bitter toothless flesh
Shabby pimple chin-slime
Evil milky rash
Me and Harpua
Spastic dead-eyed hound
Oozing dreadlock »
Harpua
Live Phish Downloads: 07.04.10 Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre @ Encore Park, Alpharetta,
by Phish
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niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel ain't the same since Homo got touched
Nasty with »
Running Your Mouth
Part 2: When the North and South Collide
by Busta
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red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye
Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin
I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, »
Reality Check
Masters of the Universe [LA Underground]
by Binary Star
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