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majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR:  Be quiet!
DENNIS:  --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR:  Be quiet!  I

I Don't Hate You

Plan B

Who Needs Actions When You Got Words

2006

have changed and I’m used to you not being there 
So now I no longer wonder nor do I care
You could be dead for all I know
Even more fucked up in your

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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Words sometimes

one, is thou shall never run

Keep your head up and your eyes forward, you don't always need a gun
Neither be seen nor be heard, but make em feel it when

I'm neither Muslim nor Hindu
Non sono mussulmano nè induista
Nor Christian nor Buddhist
Nè cristiano nè buddista
I'm not for the hammer
Non sono per il

making this breathtaking shit out of the 
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken 
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater

lifted my veil

I'm neither Muslim nor Hindu
Non sono mussulmano nè induista
Nor Christian nor Buddhist
Nè cristiano nè buddista
I'm not for

wasn't enough 
Neither the tears nor the laughs 
Not even those times when you knew for you I'd die

Not even me freaking out not knowing what to do
Not

bred
To barter, nor compensating the want
By shrewdness, neither capable of lies,
Nor asking overmuch and taking less,
And still foreboding what would

pleasure
Seems somehow more self-indulgent
Less manly in his sins theophrastus is right
And philosophically sound
To say the sin committed out of pleasure

less"
I could not have cared less, hell
I got comfortable in it
And that's the thing
You have neither the will nor ability to fight
The state you're in

and his babes
In those far-off seven happy years were born
But finding neither light nor murmur there
(A bill of sale gleam'd thro' the drizzle) crept
Still

Young Forever

Jay-Z

The Blueprint 3 [Clean]

2009

talk some shit forever young is in your mind
Leave a mark that can't erase neither space nor time
So when the director yells cut
I'll be fine
I'm

born of breath,
Neither sneer nor vaunt,
Nor reproach nor taunt.
See a word, how it severeth!
Oh, power of life and death
In the tongue, as the Preacher

The Reaper

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

[Hook]
If time don't fear the reaper, neither do the sun nor the wind and the rain
then maybe things will be as they were
except after death there

that neither fate nor nature nor the irresistible tides of history, but the work of our own hands, matched to reason and principle, that will determine

And the pretty girls just happened to stop by in the hood
And they hop their pretty ass up on the hood of that pretty ass car
Without a wrinkle in today
'Cause

towards us, goin' grrrra-ta-ta
Seize all time I've got
Seein' neither black nor white on top
Forkin' up no vile dimes, bandwagon
Givin' up the Wi-Fi,

She opens her eyes and stares at the line where the water meets the side of the tub
Neither a smile nor a grimace expresses itself on her petite lips

space
So let them go
Uncluttered spaces create harmony
It is also, mentally healthy
A lot healthier
Less is more

Today I paint a beautiful picture

me? The S-A-I-N-T
Saint Pious, who gon' try us? I'm just bias, I guess
Flip on 'em in secret, read more and talk less

neither confirm or deny, either. Nor
conform to the norm in life, I swear. Could've 
sworn I was born to die in terror. Stormy skies gave fair 
warning over

cut, more of a drought
More stuck up, less to read doc
Glory days succumb to life of tic toc
Imma become timeless like Bach

When your born your told ya

greater than calamity
Eight women, more children, more jobs
Twelve sinners, more evil, less odds
Of finding god at the end of the day
We walk as prodigal