exact syllable matches

machines in a

bicycle shop

Of

buying a farm

 

buying the farm

business, not

buying the stock

this book

by Bishop Barnes

measures urged

by Mr Clarke

same name

by Richard Bach

 

By William Haas

His son was

Chaim Herzog

a

remaining
small
the

child in her arms

a

child with a doll

 

climbing the wall

I been

climbing the walls

and

cry in the dark

A

Cry in the Dark

 

die in the arse

to

die in the dark

he

son

died in her arms

just

died in her car

had

died in the dark

 

dies in the arse

 

dreich in the draw

is like

like you're

driving a car

whole time you're

You're

driving along

who was

driving the car

She's

dying, Sherlock

On the

eyewitness cross

not praise

fighting, but fought

just

find it, furball

could

find this one part

priority is

finding the bomb

flag without

firing a shot

cost twenty-

five quid a pop

Maybe a

five-minute walk

eat a deep-

fried Snickers bar

- hang

gliding, come on

controlling and

guiding the mob

another

some

guy in a bar

this

guy in the hall

biggest

guy in the yard

This

guy killed a cop

big fat

guy, didn't ya

you

guys bring the sauce

to

hide in the dark

Just, uh,

hiding from sharks

Hamas isn't

hiding the ball

without, however,

hiding the stars

name

high in the law

instance, have

I been abroad

think

I build a wa

That's why

I didn't call

you rather

I didn't talk

me, which

I didn't want

my

I is burned off

 

I killed the john

 

I killed the SOB

 

I kinda thought

Would

I lift the car

Saint-Pierre

i Miquelon

Did

I miss a spot

think

I missed a shot

so

I missed the prom

and

Kim,

I quit the law

even if

I split apart

 

I think none harm

Hospitals,

I think, were bombed

and

I will work hard

 

I wish her gone

 

I'll kill 'em all

dead, so

I'm gettin' lost

 

I'm in the dark

percent,

I'm in the top

 

I'm Killer Frost

And

I'm still the law

But

I'm wicked blocked

 

I've been cut off

 

I've been gunshot

destiny

lies in the stars

one's

life in one's arms

the Tree of

Life synagogue

is

light in the heart

the ugly

light switches on

through the

lightning of thought

and

lights in a box

with something,

like chicken pox

I

like him a lot

looks just

like his mugshot

I

like it a lot

 

Like little rocks

words affect people

like pistol-shots

old

like this one was

be

like this, come on

I don't

like Visigoths

I

She

liked him a lot

I

You

liked it a lot

She

likes it a lot

a

line in the songs

That

line isn't long

to

live in a box

I

live in a car

rather

live in the dark

that

mine is of God

back of

fits on
It's

my business card

so on

my business cards

or shoot

my finger off

put

my finger on

I got

my fingers crossed

away to

my little bod

O

my little heart

you're squeezing

my nipples off

out of

my nizzle, Dawg

On

my signal, charge

you try

my slippers on

It was

my winter song

her a

nice little swat

last

night in a bar

a

the

night in the box

all

night in the park

every

night in the stars

It was thirty-

nine inches long

a

ride in the car

jumped

right in the car

your

right is a box

get

right with the law

in the most

right-wing salons

on the

rise in Punjab

 

rise with the lark

 

shining firmoss

exist side-by-

side in one heart

by

side with a Claude

round

sides which were marked

for

signs in the stars

 

sine quibus non

or three normal-

sized billiard balls

only

thrives in the dark

Jerusalem

thy sister calls

too

tight in the crotch

 

tight in the, ah

the

time things were not

face

time with the boss

enemy,

time, in us all

 

Try this one on

or die

trying, come on

 

tying one on

for fifty years--

while millions starve

as few

white women are

AMERICAN,

WHITE, KILL 'EM ALL

your late

wife, River Song

people while

writing a blog

You are

writing a lot

you were

writing a song

I'm just

writing love songs

with 1 extra syllable

being

alive in a box

still

alive in us all

boxes

arrive in the barn

Voight

arrives in a car

even from

would be

behind prison walls

disguising reality

behind wishful thought

to

comply with the law

courts

comply with the laws

I'll

decide in the car

destination I had

decided upon

oppositionist thereby

dividing the bloc

 

Goodnight, Mr Bond

to the

handwriting of God

us

inside, it's a walk

are we

inviting, the Czar

lie entirely

outside his regard

leave

outside in the dark

 

Sometimes it's the heart

can you

surmise, Mr Bond

most weary

unbright cinder, lost

with 2 extra syllables

think, are

45 minutes long

the

Antichrist is a part

rulings and

canonizing the law

the

override in the hall

You

recognize this baton

ended up

sacrificing a lot

with 4 extra syllables

It

materializes the thought