exact syllable matches

got it
got this
It's
all under control
You
are a troubled soul
 
articles of war
the
bottom of a boat
the
bottom of a hole
the
bottom of the boat
we
call The Muppet Show
 
Carnival of Souls
everybody
caught the bug, y'know
 
charge of the Stern show
necessity
charted but one course
for that
chocolate tunnel hole
to
cobble up the old
as a
consequence of war
died in a
controversial war
to
cross the service road
 
darken a church door
mass-produced
darkness of the soul
 
Draw the curtains, go
never
fallen from a horse
one thing
falls, another grows
the
Garden of the Lord
It is a
God-constructed road
aint
gonna hurt the stone
I've
got a couple more
You've
got a curtain pole
 
got blood from a stone
For some
honest lover's ghost
pickpockets and
honor among whores
is the only
honourable course
faces a
hostile world alone
of
knowledge from the soul
the
lawyers run the show
way, and
long another for
 
Lots of snuggles tho
THE
MARGINS OF HER NOTES
the free
marketers of war
call it
martyrdom, of course
Early
Modern from a source
 
NOT another horse
 
not come from the War
It does
not occur alone
We're
not the Justice Lords
Do
not touch circuit board
 
off some of the clothes
Law
Offices, of course
sail
on another board
came in
on another boat
I serve
on multiple boards
reports
on one hundred more
 
on one of the boats
 
on one of the stones
away
on some other floor
 
on the First World War
here
time
on The Muppet Show
one
on the other door
 
on the run from Ward
close
on the Russia hoax
 
on the world's worst show
more
part of the workforce
confirmed and deserve bi-
partisan support
political battle with
popular support
against an outright
populist approach
is quite
possible, of course
the modern
problem of control
with
problems of her own
and
profit of the soul
and create strong
profitable growth
peculiar
province of the Courts
it
rocked the summer rose
 
saw another ghost
was
shot a month ago
we
squat among the stones
Hitler's gonna
start another war
 
start of the Bug War
 
start the Third World War
I
started a fir cones
rally for
stronger gun control
awful
thought, but just suppose
name of
tolerance, of course
 
toss someone a bone
 
wants some of the dough
 
wants some of us doughs
I
WAS A MONTH AGO
He
was a stuck record
 
was a world of hope
 
was such a klutz, though
with Elvis
was wonderful, though
That
wasn't the worst, though
 
water buffaloes
 
water buffalos
wiping
water from the floor
the
waters of the soul
 
Wattles of a goat
hath
wrought her wondrous wo

with 1 extra syllable

spill
across the flooded roads
gone
beyond a fucken joke
him to
enlarge the buttonhole
 
Hippolytus of Rome
on the
impossible much more
thousands of
kilometers from home
left to wander
Metropolis alone
the God of
Muhammadans alone
is a
necropolis of prose
whole thing's
preposterous, of course
set in an
unalterable mould
may befor my
unconquerable soul

with 2 extra syllables

only
antitoxin of the soul
direct from the
inexhaustible unknown
 
metropolitan borough
 
metropolitan boroughs