Anaesthetise these troubled nerves over to you to make it work
Agents of change set headfires :: I'd rather starve than fake alive
Lost to the cities »
Hurricane
Golden State [Japan Bonus Track]
by Bush
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wrecks of nerves await salvation,
Willing is our sedation,
Lethargic our rejection,
Prefer to take it on in sleep,
May your magick comfort me. »
Great Burning Nullifier
Ritual
by The Black Dahlia Murder
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or real communication
And all the tricks my little brain plays on my nerves
They need to end
It's Friday morning
Thank god the weekend's almost here
Let's »
Days of the Week
Veins
by Charlotte Martin
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the present presents presents
lessons to give or to receive? This question's evident
I am confident in my apparent specialist quest
agent intelligence »
Casual
Sound Soldiers
by Gruvis Malt
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I did not get out of the treaches escape this linger and damage ill
Take to my grave That nerve gas poison and agent oarnge the wages
Of high risk »
War Room
Viewers Like You
by Tilt
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Perry the Platypus
Is a lovely shade of teal
From his duck-billed nose to his web-bed toes
And his nerves were made of steel
What does this »
Frosty the Snowman [Recorded As "Perry Saves Christmas"]
Holiday Favorites
by Carl the Intern
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the network's knackered
Cashpoint is kaput and me nerves are shaterred
You have an infinite choice over the things that doesn't matter
One elite or two more »
Powerlines
Tank
by Asian Dub Foundation
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time, droppin' verse with dope words
I'm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerve
Rahway State Prison bring my projects in the music business »
I Don't Play
Black Elvis/Lost in Space
by Kool Keith
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tempers and bad nerves
Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream
Than the rest of the dealers
Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be from killas
Fill »
What Cha Mean
There's One in Every Family
by Soulja Slim
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of dangerous agents from "The Matrix"
Invadin' brain space
I need a refill of pills, I hate this
Gats'll hold me back from smashin' my grill
And equal package »
Going Crazy
This Week
by Jean Grae
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just might happen
Like my gun clapping, or a motherfucker's head crackin'
My nerves are shot, I'm sweaty and hot
Always shaking, looking just like »
Shotgun
Colton Grundy
by Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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