exact syllable matches

I

am not a god

Yes I

am Sawyer Scott

a cephalopod, I'm

an arthropod

I dreamt

an awesome song

stairs bespoke

an awful fall

be brave

can accomplish
liked that
out on
taught me
That means
this town,

an awful lot

For bein'

an honest cop

to do

an honest job

inscribed figure became

an octagon

offer you

an office job

magazines

and all the blogs

 

and Alton Locke

Henry Myers

and Arthur Strawn

the airport

and barber shop

Yankee

and barks, runs off

out

and call the cops

garage

and called the cops

the theater

and concert hall

movie theaters

and concert halls

stands above

and conquers all

in

and dropped her off

decay, deteriorate,

would crumble

and fall apart

which splits

and falls apart

my mother

and father are

their mothers

and fathers are

all,

and God does all

human,

and got a job

gun

and got the drop

and cognate to

and harpagon

survived cosmic wars

and holocausts

earnings

and loss of jobs

fifth

and lost the job

lots

and lots of rocks

Chinese medicine

and martial arts

introducing contemporary

and modern art

educated here

and not abroad

cab

and not one stopped

man

and not the ball

begin

and not the top

immature, unclear

and often false

cash

and on the spot

meat,

and on us all

Tennessee Williams

and Oscar Saul

Spain

and part of Gaul

by unjust

and partial laws

the Necessary

and Proper Clause

Billy Wan,

and Roger Moss

into smaller

and smaller parts

truth, justice,

and soccer moms

of sacred

and solemn awe

round shot

and solid shot

 

and stop the bomb

up empires,

and topple gods

 

and walk the dog

Andre Gregory

and Wallace Shawn

the picture

three slaughterhouses

and was appalled

a treatment,

and was unarmed

tea,

and watch the lawn

back

and watch the shop

hood,

and watch the stars

do worms, wolves,

and waterfalls

an

ants on a log

aviator to serve

as commandant

which presented

as solid rock

services,

as was first thought

fucking

ass off the car

and not

at all abroad

looking

at all the props

and their nightmare

at Altamont

of action

at common law

Wife died

at Oxford Mar

received the medicine

at Rajasthan

and

back off from Mars

about

back on the barge

was

back on the clock

from

back on the farm

get

back on the job

right

back on the spot

cop,

bad cop, worse cop

traders' name for

Bandar Abbas

He's been peddling

black-market arms

the

brands call the shots

design the

brass quadrant was

or

camp commandant

Only love

can conquer all

I

can start the car

place at home,

cannot abroad

the devil

cannot love God

you

can't con a con

a

cat on the wall

little monster

cat, aren't ya

besides those

damn chocolate bars

lives through

eternity,And conquers all

in

fact, not a law

Lee Marvin

fan, aren't ya

-

fast on the draw

another Injustice

Gang, aren't ya

the

glass on the bar

fell off a

grandfather clock

 

grandfather clocks

it's what your

grandfather wants

of man your

grandfather was

that's what our

grandfathers are

hunting

had on the fox

you've

had on the job

he

had on the wall

own

hand got her off

my

hand on a bomb

his

hand on a wall

your

hands on the bar

your

hands on the car

of

hands on the knobs

their

hands on the shot

Hunting

has called the shots

boy

has got the cloth

This

has gotta stop

maneuvering, something

has gotten lost

girl

has lost her heart

a

hat on a dog

to

have all one wants

could

have caught the ball

seemed to

have fallen off

could

have fought her off

He couldn't

They couldn't

have gotten far

store and

have gotten lost

I should

have gotten on

power

have not the heart

and we

have started strong

never

have thought of God

Do you

have Vodka-guard

the

lamp calls the shot

right hand

man all along

the

man not the ball

sailor-suited

man on the box

The

man on the Cross

the

man on the spot

The

Man was the boss

Skip,

man, was a shot

Ad

man's got a heart

I'd

pass on the job

Brooke

passed on the job

was God's

was his

plan all along

had that

had this

planned all along

snotty

plaques on the wall

 

Ralph's got the conch

 

Sam Walter Foss

offerings you

shall offer salt

and

stamp on some cops

to

stand on a mark

be avoided

than harped upon

thought more

than modern thought

been doing

that all along

Was

that all just talk

to murders

that aren't auth

potential crimes

that aren't charged

have people

that aren't smart

be seeing

that awful cock

together sharing

that common bond

are not

Not

that far apart

What's

that gonna solve

When's

that gonna start

odorless stuff

that Martin bought

crashed into

that olive cart

use

that on the vault

like

that part a lot

king of

that province called

now

that was a song

 

That was a wash

boys,

that was THE call

individual,

that was the cause

 

That was the claw

 

That was the cloth

but

that was the talk

 

That was the wrong

almost went over

can hide behind

that waterfall

between

that, not a lot

And

that's gonna stop

 

That's not a lot

wait,

that's not a straw

 

That's not her fault

 

That's soldered on

know

Yang lost her arm

with 1 extra syllable

 

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