exact syllable matches

I had

been born John

would have

been for naught

I've never

been more calm

couldn't have

been more false

couldn't have

been more wrong

It has

been so long

lips haven't

been torn off

Life has

been your art

could have

been your mom

get home just

must make camp
or 4 hours
they say, lightness

before dark

attack the Hessians

get to Trenton
hour is just
In the office
was fired just
with death just

before dawn

round the world

before Fogg

as my task

everyone is equal
I am justified
lament about us
make his decision
the party together
was a sinner
when you stand

before God

be upon her

more than usual
this Islamic trap
will be gone

before long

before justice, bombs

before talks

what it was

before, Sean

and I stand

below God

 

below par

this bleak wilderness

below, Ah

much fragrance,

big faux pas

riding my

big old hog

is that

big ole jaw

can become

big or small

make up a

Bingo card

the hard

bits for ya

felt like

bricks, stone, rocks

competition that

builds more jobs

path was

clear for all

Suck my

dick, Warhol

gone wrong,

did go wrong

who owns a

dildo shop

A giant

the usage of

disco ball

 

disco balls

become a famous

disco star

jealousies that

fill your heart

whether I

give or not

your pan,

here's your frog

 

hero ball

 

hero call

 

hero calls

just stick Guitar

Hero on

son, and my

hero, lost

matter who the

heroes are

Sometimes

heroes fall

different than the

happen with the

Higgs boson

have done

him no harm

people like

she loved
they second
to discipline
you like

him or not

said about

him so far

his friends called

him Sonia

You remember

him, don't ya

the water

his boat stalls

number Written on

up communications on

his forearm

just wants

his old car

perfumes like

his or not

symbol on

his own arms

poops on

his own balls

he's got

his own car

it was

so by

his own fault

and shepherd

his own flocks

emperor, becomes

his own god

inside of

piece of
solitude of
temporarily stopped

his own heart

he at

his own job

bird, and

chicken inside

his own pot

each has

his own scars

one of

wrote all

his own songs

except by

his own thought

limited by

his own thoughts

all over

his own wall

can have

his pork chop

a ball

it was

hit so hard

sorry, I

hit your car

slights they are

imposed on

of quarters

in both palms

Not

in Cornwall

climate change conference

in Doha

its limit

in folk song

A gun

in four parts

I come

in or not

hooker are

in or on

very common expression

in Romansch

she's brought

in so far

first time

in so long

kill switches

in those bombs

was life

in those sparks

Chained up

in those stars

curled up

in Toad Hall

a needle

in your arm

A lover

an hour
and die
dead son
dying child
gonna die
newborn son
poor servant-girl
that creature
them up
will die

in your arms

any spiders

in your barn

Get back

in your box

These were

in your car

have her

in your halls

a penknife

certain tenderness
Christmas lies
deep down
do what's
feel wonder
him what's
is evil
is not
is what's
know what's
little love
my love
of God
old bitterness
strong purpose
such resolve
the doubt
the testicles
what was
with pride
your advice

in your heart

feel us

Heavenly compassion
of God
put that
the concern

in your hearts

of computers

in your job

you got

in your sock

No imprecision

pray I'm

in your thoughts

the skeleton

in your vault

food, we're talking bought-

in, store-bought

I'm an

indoor dog

let me live

indoors, Mom

 

inform on

Our network

is Fort Knox

correct answer

is Joe Walsh

There

is no cause

There

is no dawn

This man

is no god

There

is no God

There

is no law

best part

is no part

There

is no wrong

Her Roman equivalent

is Nona

a teenager

Life
woman's lot

is so hard

the sun

is so hot

for error

running from

is so small

the difference

is so stark

No bond

That wind

is so strong

That

is so wrong

Uh, the capital

is Warsaw

your word

is your bond

That

is your call

walking distance

is your car

and that

What

is your fault

heart's desire

you have

is your heart

right now

what

is your job

Catherine

is your mom

my yacht

is your yacht

And

it don't walk

sit on

worry about

it for long

Where does

it go wrong

How's

it go, Doc

academics like

anybody likes
aware of
conscious of
future like
he likes
heard of
I have
I like
I needed
I want
is on
lass understands
like
open, like
pursued, like
rid of
sense of
she likes
she needed
themselves realise
they deserve
they like
they realize
to realize
we like
we recognize
we want
would buy
you like
you liked
you realize
you want

it or not

you've mastered

it so far

mean, why's

it so hard

I find

it so small

Was

it your box

up, call

it your heart

we realize

it, or not

That's why

it's closed off

enclosing walls of

its court-yard

a bowhunter,

it's no shot

thing after

its own heart

ate out

it's own heart

lives by

its own laws

larger than

its own thoughts

but now,

it's so dark

hate that

how come

it's so hard

air because

it's so hot

I realized

know, because

it's so small

picture because

it's so strong

that, because

it's so wrong

And

and that
guilt that
realizes that
Yeah,

it's your fault

but

it's YOUR fault

 

It's your fault

chewing like

it because

it's your job

 

Jim Crow law

 

Jim Crow laws

I got

Jim's old job

and I'll

I'm gonna
wife, and

kill your dog

I are

killed or not

me that

killed your dog

 

lick your chops

Get with the

lingo, pops

and the

the

list goes on

whether Christ

lived or not

that I

lived so long

whether one

lives or not

know that

myth, don't ya

 

pillow block

 

pillow blocks

 

pillow box

 

pillow talk

make a

quick phone call

ahead and

quit your job

Screenplay by

Rich Hogan

That's a

Rick Jones song

vice-regal escort at

Rideau Hall

do the

sick no harm

the former

Sith Lord, Maul

things can

still go wrong

the universe

still goes on

along the

thick old walls

spot that

thing for marks

has a

thing for Mom

is one

thing for Prof

just the

thing for ya

Then one

thing goes wrong

 

Things go wrong

long does

this go on

any of

this go wrong

out of

this or not

I shall call

this robot

Cut

this rope off

realer than

this though dog

wouldn't worry about

this, Hogarth

about the

trip so far

and save the

weird robot

times what Grossman's

widow got

smile and

will go far

America

Because I
Business
holding operation
Life
mental destruction
My art
no, I
otherwise violence
the arts

will go on

- I

WILL GO ON

of what

will go wrong

France

will hold on

I'm a

wimp or not

 

window box

new plate glass

window cost

 

window shop

Open the

window, Mark

ex-used-car salesman and part-time

window-box

glass are coloured

with cobalt

Pennsylvania,

with no car

no reason,

verbally harassed

with no cause

a world

with no gods

a doll

you someone

with no heart

the one

with no jaw

of quantum teleportation

with photons

became alive

with those stars

like making comparisons

with Warhol

along

with your ARM

the stars

you march

with your arms

a fight

cause trouble

with your boss

it over

my customers

with your car

so generous

with your cock

Act

eyes, but
first draft
intuitively and
of life
to fight

with your heart

some talk

You live
your time

with your mom

machine, along

with your socks

as the

years roll on

one quintillion

years so far

with 1 extra syllable

everything else

appear so dark

 

artichoke heart

 

artichoke hearts

how I

busted your boss

I'm just

busting your chops

I'm

calling your mom

everyone here,

he was
the population

Catholic or not

I'm

comin' for ya

Are you

coming or not

the way to

commit Johar

have had

counted for naught

brains, no

courage, no heart

Written by

Danilo Bach

selection with

dashes or dots

He's

driving your car

He's my

drowning moron

a junk yard

fighting robots

by a magical

by a magical,

flying moron

 

Freshmen don't OD

TO GET A

YOU
YOU'RE A

FUCKING BLOWJOB

blows the

fucking doors off

YOUR job, you

you're an absolute

fucking moron

bank robbers are

drinking beer, you
one trilogy, you
Other people are

fucking morons

LIVING WITH TWO

FUCKING MORONS

chalkboard sound like

fucking Mozart

OR A GIANT

FUCKING ROBOT

you for the

fucking snowball

 

grasping for straws

audience likes

having sore palms

I'm not

hurting your mom

because I'm

cried from
I was
they'll be
was just

laughing so hard

stout houses, and

massive stonewalls

Donut-

munching morons

 

Must've dozed off

style, just

nothin' for smarts

dimensions, because

nothing goes on

in which

nothing goes wrong

were still

pumping or not

you get

punished or not

in and

righted those wrongs

I love

smashing robots

a little

I got

somethin' for ya

to do

something for God

I've got

something for ya

I SAVED

SOMETHING FOR YA

blame when

Except that
In case
moving in,
the minute
What if

something goes wrong

care about

something so small

to control

something so strong

 

Something so strong

phone, you

sounded so small

but it

sounded so smart

actually were

spying or not

man, I'm

raise for

trying so hard

you'd stop

walking so hard

I'm out

walking your car

Dylan a self-indulgent

whining show-off

now she's

working for Kosh

It's not

working for ya

they are

working or not

to be

working so far

your house,

working your job

have sincere

yearning for God

with 2 extra syllables

both are

applying for jobs

catapult, constructed an

aquatic robot

more, consecutive

asterisks or dots

just stand there

babbling, Olaf

Linus

Benedict Torvalds

and equitable

and material

benefits for all

lot of

burgeoning goes on

be controlling a world-

conquering robot

peaceful and

constructive for all

We were

discussing phone calls

must be a

divining corndog

a good

duelist or not

one of my

favourite co-stars

to be a

gigantic robot

he was

indicted for fraud

few and

injustice for all

 

ironing your socks

Mullah

Mohammed Omar

referred to as

narrative flowcharts

new army of gold-

pilfering robots

Whether you're

positive or not

I'm not

returning phone calls

Don't be so

sensitive, Omar

out the

skywriting form wrong

of his

sufferings or not

a polite

synonym for want

who've been

travelling so long

for stupid

tutoring or not

it everywhere,

warranted or not

 

Warranted or not

with 3 extra syllables

 

Conservatives chose God

typical military

dictatorship for long

some sort of

idiotic moron

their subjective

preferences or wants

with 4 extra syllables

they had state-of-the-art

animatronic robots