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Filmoe?
to believe things are going to get better
ive been drowning too long
to believe the tides going to turn
and ive been living too hard
to know that things are not going to get easier now
im still trying to shake off the pain
from the lessons ive learned....
and when i see van heilsing, i swear to the lord i will slay him
ha ha ha ha
Filmoe?
Batman did you get your heart broken again?
aha ha ha no its from forgetting sarah marshall its the dracula lament from his rock-opera
Well if you're out of tissue, I don't recommend going to the same Walmart that Blake did.
Thats what she said
doesnt matter......Well if you're out of tissue, I don't recommend going to the same Walmart that Blake did.
that old fart works at all the WalMarts.
are those happy tissues or sad tissues?
Re: its getting kinda hard....
rotflThat's what she said
Rappin' Shaq could do better.
Forward he marches, through scornful laughter
(Undaunted eyes, set on hopes of hereafter)
A gauntlet of piercing stares line his way
Condemning glares say all hate can say (as he)
Shines, ever on, steps in time
With his heart's rhythm and rhyme
To the end of his day
Forever's seductive smiles shatters sense
And bids him acquiesce
From the solitary life we lead
Don't see
We've made ourselves blind
Don't care
We've closed our minds
Don't move
We're so paralyzed
Wasted and heartless
Just watching him die
Death to immunity
Death to society
Fearing the slow
Decay of dignity
The poster child, for walking dead men
Longs for the now to be way back when (as he)
Shines, ever on, steps in time
With his heart's rhythm and rhyme
To the end of his day
Forever's seductive smiles shatters sense
And bids him acquiesce
From the solitary life we lead
(We) Don't see
We've made ourselves blind
Don't care
We've lost our minds
Don't move
We're so paralyzed
Wasted and heartless
Just watching him die
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and s ,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and s ,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of ,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
Misleading thread le
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