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Supreme Being
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| My brother's doing a paper on the importance of Hardcore on modern music for his term paper and he stumbled across this. I'm jealous as hell that he get's to do that for a term paper... my term paper last year was on the importance of mitochondria in various stages of evolution... "yawn" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardcore_punk
I know we've never met and you'll probably never read this.
There are certain things your voice does to me, it makes me feel the ground
and sky again.
How sad it is when you spill your guts on the paper.
It only neglects you and never relieves.
In every corner and space I search for you,
I've only found your vocal cords.
Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most.
All day your songs spin me into a romance repeatedly to the sky.
Scream over and over again repeatedly to the sky.
In every corner and space I search for you,
I've only found your vocal cords.
Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most.
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Supreme Being
Group: LFM Metal DB
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i love hardcore punk!! its makes me super hyper so i can sk8......but i busted my ass tryin to kickflip 180 a 7 stair set  lol.
go to hell
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Supreme Being
Group: LFM Reviewer
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| Pretty comprehensive. And a much better topic for a paper than mitochondria
As long as I got Rock n Roll I'm forever young
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Supreme Being
Group: Forum Members
Last Login: 11/12/2008 9:15:15 PM
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my thoughts exactly
I know we've never met and you'll probably never read this.
There are certain things your voice does to me, it makes me feel the ground
and sky again.
How sad it is when you spill your guts on the paper.
It only neglects you and never relieves.
In every corner and space I search for you,
I've only found your vocal cords.
Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most.
All day your songs spin me into a romance repeatedly to the sky.
Scream over and over again repeatedly to the sky.
In every corner and space I search for you,
I've only found your vocal cords.
Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most.
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