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of the chaos, we find our form
With every stride, we break the mold,
In the midnight rush, our stories unfold

In the city of lights, where shadows dance,

restarts

So play this to your mates
Based on a true story of Benaz
Dedicated to her and a hundred
Other pieces of grass
'Til the end of forever, there are

again 
Don’t know where to begin, it’s not the end, to start again
It’s not the end, to start again

There’ll be stories to tell, How we’re doing so well

spilling and moving
With your balls hanging by a throttle
Looking mottle
Starting to bottle these feelings
Oh my god why do my balls wattle like a piano
I

9 we move back to the Vaal
Grade 10 i was down by the beach my dawg (dawg)
Grade 11 back to the Vaal (Vaal)
That's where i finished my matric yah

do a revue of our own!

What?

Where?

Why?

When?

Not just songs, but stories, scenes, piano pieces, mime-

Yeah!

"Frankly Frank!"

It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote

to the war that's far gone
Let the spirits tell the story of the Somme
Where many british pals met their end before long
This is for your country sign up for

three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen

and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.

Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for

tell me please?
Stand over there by the cypress tree
Where the Trojan women and children are sold into slavery
Long before the first Crusade
Way back

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.

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If

Stories Don't End

Dawes

Stories Don't End

2013

reading off cue cards and raising a toast
To the stories I still tell about you

But the plot line wanders and versions change
And I don't know where

”. That’s precisely where this story takes place. 

Land’s End, summer of 1402, southwest of England.

Nearby, there was the small town of Sennen,
Where a man

story unfolds
Sunset Blvd, where the city's heart beats bold

Passing Hollywood, Vine Street lights the way
Feelin' like a star as I navigate the fray

Weak Become Heroes

Paul Oakenfold

Perfecto Chills, Vol. 1

2003

on and what's ya story?
Mezmorizing tones rising pianos, this is my zone so stop cloning
Pick paper scissors or stone 'cause me and you are the same
I known

truth
Where infinity ends, well everyone knows
It's beyond the simple wisdom of youth
We were caught in a flat black version of night
Deep in debt with no

from
Essence about my ex wife
Doing another sad fictitious story
Nothing surprises me anymore, including this
This is what your life has come to sis?

making up stories
Watching like the police
This new version of you thickaz
The covid vaccine couldn't stop how she sickaz
And if I pull up on your ends

That to you sound ignorant
But it's a reason why everybody's feeling it
From Waverly to Aurelius
Really it's
A symphony
Or an orchestra
Orchestrated by

Weak Become Heroes [Ashley Beedle's Love Bug Vocal]

The Streets

Original Pirate Material [UK]

2002

on and what's ya story?
Mezmorizing tones rising pianos, this is my zone so stop cloning
Pick paper scissors or stone 'cause me and you are the same
I known

booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in

them waves
Till the end of the line
Time is flying by
Can't let it go to waist
I Need to embrace
My true self
My game
Gotta be
In the right
State of mind

one who shall decide how to end the story
AND IT IS TODAY THAT I BREAK THE TIDES OF FATE