exact syllable matches

Ahh,
ahh, it's smoky
tell you
all a story
They
all adored me
I'm
all alone here
It's
all baloney
Cranky know-it-
all CIT, Courtney
just about
all her stories
it in
all its glory
shared
all of your dreams
to
all of your teeth
and get
Cary gets
I had
Take
to get
you have
all the glory
I read,
all the stories
doing
all this for me
We're
all unholy
it
all up for me
at
all, is your safety
And these
are his trophies
last thoughts
are If only
lives
are in your feet
Maybe stories
are just stories
You guys
are the fourteen
imaginary
uncertainties
are the most real
People
aren't born here
girls just
aren't for me
know those
aren't your feet
 
August 14
I fear, an
awful ordeal
It's
awkward for me
the
ball first or me
were playing the
Baltimore team
Chicago, Detroit,
Baltimore, St
popping a
bollock for me
 
Bombyx mori
buying a
bottle for me
he
bought it for me
at a
box of trophies
you prefer
boxers or briefs
form of the
Brahman only
The
Brahmin or priest
glad I
brought a roadie
seized and
brought before me
It's
called Karoshi
was
called the Bo Tree
A mine
car, a lorry
to serve as
carpet motifs
Grinch,
carved the roast beast
common danger and
common glory
 
common hornbeam
 
common hornbeams
got somethin' in
common, Cody
matter of
conscience for each
 
copper moki
one of those
cotton ponies
ride the
cotton pony
 
crosses flory
My
daughter, Laurie
this is my
daughter, Rory
and your
daughter, Tony
be a
doctor for me
The
what the
doctor told me
Steaks, hamburgers, hot
dogs, bologna
paid top
dollar for me
to steal
dollars for me
 
Donald Tovey
gonna
drop him, oh, jeez
please
drop in for tea
heaven, but my
Father only
My
what my
father told me
content to accept
Father's story
, a
goblin or fiend
what
God did for me
have other
have strange
gods before me
among the
gods is moly
the
golf clubs for me
I'm
gonna go crazy
I'm
gonna go see
NOTHING'S
GONNA GROW HERE
not ever
gonna know me
aren't you
gonna show me
You're
gonna tow me
And he's
got a goatee
Everyone's
know, she's
Maybe I've
got a story
all
got in for me
You
got it for me
I've
got the story
He's
got this trophy
you
got up your sleeve
study and a
Gothic story
You
gotta warn me
I
gotta warn ye
 
gotten cold feet
have ever
gotten for me
ha
ha, one for me
Everything is
harder for me
 
hard-luck stories
 
hard-luck story
this man
Harper told me
Too
haunting for me
when my
heart is lonely
story's real
history,Not his story
me to
honor your deeds
a naked
hot tub orgy
 
Jarvis Lorry
William
Johnson Cory
temples, whose
Ka is holy
 
la maggiore
 
Large bills only
of a much
larger story
hard as in
lava quarries
was made
lawful for me
in the dip-
locker for safety
formal
logic only
him so
long with Corny
he no
longer knows me
I am no
longer lonely
no more
longing for sleep
a
lot of homemade cheese
a
lot of roast beefs
I have
lots of ponies
be
lots of smoke screens
has written
lots of stories
a triangle,
lozenge, or leaf
famous for its
marble quarries
the Nazis
marched in Skokie
position
mars it for me
was-- get this--
Martin Brody
a role
model for me
of ancient and
modern story
Hug
Momma for me
gut the
monsters for free
Real
monsters, Toby
die, is
naught but glory
water to make
Navajo tea
It's
not a trophy
you do
You will
not control me
do
not cut your ki
are
not fit for peace
is
not fit for thee
purple hat, not-
not the pony
see it's
not the stories
that are
not the story
It's
not Trick-or-Treat
does
not work for me
find modern
novels bore me
Clark och Gladys
och Salome
cut
off her own ear
you
off in your sleep
AA meeting
off the 40
you shut
off the force-field
the empties
off the lorry
push me
off the pony
went
off the road here
cut
off the whole scene
you
off with those three
a exclusive
offer for me
at the
office for me
cannot be for
office only
them sitting
on a pony
I'm
on a roll here
being
caucus
on a short leash
to work
on a story
Child
on earth for me
fell
on her own shears
close in
on her slowly
plane
on his home field
stand
on his own feet
Rocky
on his own meal
con
on his own team
stands
on its own feet
I'm out
on parole, see
stepping
on some oatmeal
atom bomb
on the Bolshies
down
on the floor here
night
on the home screen
,
bay
on the North Sea
see
on the oak tree
Thursday
on the old lady
him
on the phone, please
a dime
few clams
on the ponies
the park
on the pony
not rely
to carry
was hooked
on the story
book and
read what's
on the trophy
it says
on this trophy
Go
So go
on, divorce me
A soap
opera told me
not an
wasn't an
option for me
true Palestinian
partner for peace
are connected through
Prana only
solve this
problem for me
make any
problems for me
striking the
proper tone here
No
prophet foresee
Written by
Robert Florey
next scene with
Robert Morley
round-
robin stories
round-
robin story
on the
Rocks of Glory
him with was
Rogers Hornsby
They were
Roger's stories
Too
Salsa for me
him a
shot of morphine
I
shot the pony
with you
snot-filled troll babies
my Division Championship
soccer trophy
 
solid tori
to
solve, it goes crazy
 
Song, it's Rory
Who hath
soughten glory
before you
then to
start the story
War was
starting for real
Quit
stomping your feet
He wouldn't
stop before me
get acquainted,
swap some stories
we were just
swapping stories
was regularly blocked before
-t-
you
talk in your sleep
I
talk is for real
 
Talked in your sleep
do the
talking for me
for them to
target Modi
 
Tartan Tories
 
Tartan Tory
 
Thomas Dolby
century poet called
Thomas Rowley
 
Thomas Wolsey
others have
thought before me
see you
tommorow, Squee
on
top of your means
faceless person
walks before me
 
Walter Mosley
blue ghost, like Obi-
Help me, Obi-
Help me, Zombie-
Obi-
Wan Kenobi
You
wanna blow me
Punk didn't
wanna know me
do you
wanna show me
Do you
want a story
didn't
want his floor seats
You
want some o' me
I don't
want the ponies
I really
wanted your beans
like you
wanted, so leave
Dave Parker
was a 40
profile
was a code key
but it
was a phony
It
was him or me
that
was it for me
That
was its glory
went there
was love stories
This
was satori
It
was the old lady
that I
was the only
I
was the snowflake queen
him, everything
was work only
I
She
wasn't born here
thing if it
wasn't corny
but it
decided religion
if it
if love
It
it just
it somehow
that Christianity
that miracle
wasn't for me
I
wasn't lonely
if you
watch him closely
I
watched him closely
Are you
watching closely
when fed with
water only
no war,
water so clean
uncouth, undeveloped
wodge of protein
gonna tell
me tell
ya a story

with 1 extra syllable

derive from this
appalling story
Before the Monk of
Casal-Maggiore
is too
chaotic for me
rarely read their
concocted stories
like a
departure for me
always been an
evolving story
less than
Godfather for me
Krishna
Menon opposed me
of a
retarded snow pea
Ayatollah
Grand Ayatollah
Ruhollah Khomeini
of the bombastic
Teutonic glories
altogether
upon her own means

with 2 extra syllables

India for its
economic story
a contribution to
economics only
 
knickerbocker glories
 
knickerbocker glory
something too
theosophic for me
 
Wladyslaw Sikorski