exact syllable matches

Buddhist deities and
all Buddhism
and they
all grew cheerful
finds us
all soon enough
It's
all too little
make things
all too simple
Because that's
all you deserve
Sea, Balkhash lake,
Amour river
even the chairs
are musical
you
are schooled in the
crooks that
are stool pigeons
there
are strewn with pearls
because they
are too distant
backpack, women
are too vicious
Humans
are tool builders
 
Are you Christians
 
Are you in love
house
are you in, hm
too smart,
are you mister
What
are you Mr
shit
are you sick of
 
are you single
in Why
Are You Single
 
Are you with her
 
Are you with us
and how
the fuck
are you, Mr
Or
are you, Skipper
 
Are you, Wilson
you
are, you big klutz
can't even
You
argue with her
sailors and
brought to England
you
brought to His earth
you
brought to this church
on, let's
your parents
call you Mr
I, uh,
call you Winter
 
called you Bridget
my
cock you will suck
carta
da musica
don't bring up
Darfur enough
breast of some
dark-plumaged dove
suffrage must
fall to Ritson
but was
far too rigid
cry of
God to sinners
we'd all
gone to dinner
will have
gone to prison
I
got group picture
You
got to Dixon
you've
got to instruct
just
got to it first
we
got to kill 'em
You
got two minutes
try so
hard to become
It's
hard to figure
night promises
harm to women
burn my
heart to cinders
news at all, you
little--
We
long to return
That's
not Buddhism
or it's
watch is
not cool enough
we
not do this one
standing around,
not doing much
the legislature is
not judicial
in life that's
nothing that is
not musical
movement, if
not New England
 
Not New England
She's
not poor, this girl
and
not screw it up
that you're
not screwing up
Hell, though
not soon enough
are
not to give birth
marching
science
you
not to give up
help and
not to hinder
trying
not to hit her
I try
just chose
not to listen
had decided
not to return
me away
Not to return
much sweat,
not too little
 
Not true in love
game and
not use Thriller
or rather,
not using words
we need,
not you, Mr
Nobody smarted
off to Mr
drag me
us going
off to prison
can fuck
off too, Mr
A comedic take
country's foremost authority
on Buddhism
saw you
on Loose Women
a lecture
on screwing up
to move
on to dinner
drifted back
on to Twitter
it easy
on you because
But
on you, it worked
have that
Shame
to crap
on you, Mr
spreading the fire
onto Mr
we
ought to give up
 
pontoon bridges
 
pop musician
 
pop musicians
 
raw foodism
I
saw through Mr
I
saw you kiss her
Very
small to minute
golden
star tunicate
golden
star tunicates
the pot
starts to glitter
Crystal, I'll
talk to Crystal
he could
mind to
more I
want to
talk to Mr
how to
I
talk to women
until I
talked to Christian
with the
tall blue niggas
is being
taught to children
My family
vos musical
To Obi-
Wan you listen
believe they
so desperately
what we
whoever you
you truly
want to become
question people
want to discuss
just
we
want to give up
I
want to kill her
that
they
want to kill us
learn, don't
seemed to
you didn't
want to listen
and don't
now you
want to return
not
want to split up
me
want to strip, Nerd
I
want you with us
YOU
WANT, YOU SICK FUCKS
everything everyone
wants to become
boss
just
wants to kill her
that
wants to kill us
If no-one
wants to listen
still
wants you with us
that I
was losing her
all America
what he
what it
was to become
first loyalty
was to England
the name
was too simple
stuff, that
was true enough
make 'em
watch you tinkle
be
wrong to give up
What are
ya doin' up
How
ya doin', sir

with 1 extra syllable

and power,
She
belongs to Mr
The world
belongs to women
people
cannot screw it up
 
football hooligan
stricken, sexually repressed
football hooligans
 
jukebox musical
 
jukebox musicals
of
rebar to his skull
issues with
say, with
regard to Mr
exclusively with
regard to women
full
response to this work
bank of the
Sarayu river
nation reposes
upon two pillars
are relying
upon you, Mr

with 2 extra syllables

sending to the
African schoolchildren
 
Edouard Vuillard