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  • CaptainFantastic01
    CaptainFantastic01 Posts: 9,557 Member
    SnackherBarrell wrote: »
    Lima bean
    In your splean
    Make you scream
    New perspectives
    Senses more keen

    The fairly odd parents theme song seems to have changed
  • Breeticus87
    Breeticus87 Posts: 114 Member
    A mark,
    a brand,
    a burn on the skin,
    separates us from other young men of our generation where the blind lead the blind through the streets...
    but thats just not me...

    and O' at the ole water hole where we used to sit and watch the rocks break to sand,
    with every wave that came in that ill never forget, but I just can't sit around here and pretend
    I'm not a cornered king in a stalemate of chess, and I know that I could be a better man than stands before you...

    So I've got to go, the best of luck to you at home... The best of luck to you at home.
  • slimgirljo15
    slimgirljo15 Posts: 269,440 Member
    Breeticus87 wrote: »
    A mark,
    a brand,
    a burn on the skin,
    separates us from other young men of our generation where the blind lead the blind through the streets...
    but thats just not me...

    and O' at the ole water hole where we used to sit and watch the rocks break to sand,
    with every wave that came in that ill never forget, but I just can't sit around here and pretend
    I'm not a cornered king in a stalemate of chess, and I know that I could be a better man than stands before you...

    So I've got to go, the best of luck to you at home... The best of luck to you at home.

    Awesome..
  • Versicolour
    Versicolour Posts: 7,164 Member
    You said it was me who made you this way
    You said I was your angel
    You said you were better when you were with me
    And I believed you

    You said it was me who made you this way
    You said it was all my fault
    You said it was all the things I had done
    And I believed you

    You it was me who made you this way
    You said that I was toxic
    You said you would never harm a woman
    And I believed you

    You said it was me who made you this way
    You said I am less than worthless
    You said you would leave if I told anyone
    And I believed you

    You said it was me who made you this way
    But its not me, it's you
    You said many things and still you deny it
    I'm done. I don't believe you
  • Xiao_Ya_
    Xiao_Ya_ Posts: 495 Member
    You asked me, “Where does the sun set?
    Where do the wanderers rest their weary heads?
    Where is the spring that brings life to the dead?”
    After the gruel of the day is done,
    After the well-worn roads are run,
    After night falls and the battle is won--
    Oh, travel-weary wanderer, come home.

    I asked you, “Where do the chains of love hold fast?
    Where do the bonds of loyalty last?
    Where lie deep fragments of centuries past?”
    Over the oceans and across the land,
    Through a desert of endless sand,
    Burdened by trials and demand--
    Oh, travel-weary wanderer, come home.

    Strong is the pull of duty and care
    When running alone or as a pair
    In moments mundane and treasures rare.
    When dreams fail and aspirations fall,
    When faces fade and you’ve given your all,
    When at last beckons the final call,
    Oh, life-weary wanderer, come home.

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