exact syllable matches

You'll
become a toy
two would still
become Noir
being alone
becomes a choice
and my
big brother Roy
He's got a
billion toys
and sounded a
bit annoyed
after a
bit of coin
it like a
bitter toy
it up,
bring the noise
 
Bring the noise
Singing
brings us joy
hell of a
business, boys
worth my time,
chicken boy
implosive WMDs inside
children's toys
he cannot beat
Chris Benoit
 
Chris, what's the point
and parcel of
Christian joy
Here lies
Christian Troy
he's full of
Christmas joy
Kathleen Turner and
Larry Miller, and
Macaulay Culkin and
Tony Danza and
Christopher Lloyd
under the table,
Cinema Boy
beating up a
crippled boy
psychic monkey with
cymbals toy
No self-esteem,
to them,
with it,
deduct a point
can make a
had made a
to make a
different choice
both figures at
its direction at
different points
A
It is a
difficult choice
fall into the
Yumi in the
digital void
she'd had
enough of oil
talked about me
enough, boy
compared to an
eternal void
begin to
fear the void
hands, the
figure of Noir
to help
fill the void
to
fill up the joints
who has
filled the void
Beale obviously
fills a void
the
flip of a coin
A
flip of the coin
We
flipped a coin
he was
gettin' some coins
us the
gift of choice
wants to
give a voice
always
give her the boy
How memories
give us voice
Gems weren't
wasn't even
given a choice
from any arbitrary
that at any
given point
the number of
given points
Well, this
here's McCoy
to offer
him the choice
speaks
in a hushed voice
City was
in a turmoil
cannot breath
make recordings
they're acting
in a void
self-esteem
in a young boy
might coincide
in certain points
too deep
in German soil
a quiver
chair, speak
in her voice
and delight
in one's joy
I found
soon developed
in the boy
a hole
in the coin
believe
in the first choice
a gypsy
hitting him
kick you
kicked him
was shot
in the groin
baddest cat
best hustler
little bug
to me
in the joint
fewer gaps
grow stiff
in the joints
of blood
in the loins
chill out
in the Null-Void
of position
in the point
beliefs reside
impressions stamped
matter stays
or root
poison is
in the soil
hear it
in the voice
and fro
flowery time
windows, hanging
would fill
in the void
hatred festers
the clouds
in the Void
of Liverpool being
will still remain
in turmoil
you come
in, young boy
touching only an
infinite void
out your own
inner voice
if it's an
to pollute an
innocent boy
it, jazz is
insolent noise
compatibility at all
internal points
a dog
is a boy
actually, there
And love
believe optimism
Decline
end, leadership
Every minute
Fusion
I need,
that there
is a choice
question, What
is a point
on heaven
is a toil
and it
is her choice
chord, music
Everything else
This
is just noise
What
is one boy
This
is one point
McMullin
is one such voice
That
is such joy
Where
is the boy
This
is the choice
That
is the first point
And herein
and that
different, that
Ellis, this
know extremity
Libby
obviously, what
Passion
screen, that
That
That feeling
That love
This
What
is the point
That
is the third point
Still, it
is the voice
That
is the void
as our taste
is unspoilt
The question
is what choice
This
isn't a ploy
maybe knowing
The typewriter
isn't the point
We call
it The Point
who dealt
it, double points
Astronaut,
helping unless
Mazel tov,
pretty sure
so sure
it's a boy
everything like
really think
it's a choice
 
It's from a boy
 
It's her choice
giving because
it's her joy
Well,
it's just a coin
 
It's just a coin
right
it's just a toy
 
It's just noise
want to
kill her, Boyd
have to
Riddle, to
kill the boy
You
kissed the boy
a kind of
limited joy
It's
limitless choice
emancipation into joy,
limitless joy
And a
little annoyed
a really cool
a shy, frightened
and that stupid
are a dreadful
arm around a
as a lonely
at a dead
back to school,
be a happy,
boat, to a
child, a darling
exciting for the
Gabriel walked in,
Go away,
grown-up by a
have killed that
Hello,
He's a
he's just a
He's still a
I love that
I was a
I'm just a
I'm sorry,
I'm still your
is becoming a
is he a
it as a
just see that
just watch yourself,
looks like that
me as a
my son, my
perineum, you stupid
photo of your
picture of this
Pregnant with my
Run away,
That
That's daddy's
to be destroy,
to meet that
very night, that
very, very lucky
wanna lose my
What's the matter
who poke it,
will find the
worry about the
you good luck,
You're a selfish
little boy
playing the good
little boy,
been found accosting
God fucks
have sex with
He eats
investment for their
know nothing about
left behind two
Like
raped and murdered
talk to their
They're just
little boys
Her
little butt boy
observer to offer
little choice
lemon and a
little oil
to reiterate that
little point
Twain's
little toys
in your dorky
listens to the
Remember the
little voice
the Britons with
mickle joy
to score one
million points
You
miss the joint
But you
is to
poor, we
then you
miss the point
Leggett had
so, you
missed the point
We're on a
mission boy
Parked at
Mission Point
than the
mixture of soil
place to
pick up coins
fast food
pick up joint
a bottle of
Pinot Noir
this is the
pivot point
as a
result of oil
Oliver Stone and
Richard Boyle
like a
river of oil
You know your
Scriptures, boy
fuck your
shit up, boy
Friedrich Nietzsche and
psychological models of
the life-work of
you very much,
Sigmund Freud
For a few
Sanhedrin for thirty
silver coins
an experience of
and resignation and
simple joy
is Joy, just
simple Joy
reason is always
simple, Roy
asking for a
single coin
meet in a
started from a
single point
have known a
singular joy
But it's
still her choice
two
strings but one voice
you yield, and
this avoid
concentrated at
this one point
from
this world of joy
workers who
till the soil
Who's the
tinker-toy
to know the
trigger points
cartooning in The
critic for The
Hoberman in The
Village Voice
to
which the word points
 
Willard Boyle
A very
is a very
willful boy
 
William Joyce
J
John
William Lloyd
come back
in love
parked car
with a boy
We're left
you're left
with a choice
Godzilla is
with a decoy
a story
mark it
with a point
do it
with a voice
don't end
with blood, boy
everything only
the audience
with her voice
India speaks
must speak
with one voice
fooled around
with some boy
my ascension
with such joy
Ball
in love
with the boy
don't mess
nights out
of hoops
or play
the X-1
war along
with the boys
Taxes
with the oil
and blend
by contact
connect us
lost touch
with the soil
to play
with the toy
You
witness some soil
is about giving
women choice

with 1 extra syllable

to his partner,
Alice McCoy
back to
being a boy
street, and
being the noise
the
boldest sons of toil
at India's four
cardinal points
have been
casing the joint
an occasion of
chemical joy
crystal possesses four
conical points
needs help
counting the points
could reach a
them to a
critical point
the physics of
critical points
mere
crushes of a boy
Erik was
dating a boy
Identify important
decision points
you're
doing a voice
for a motherfucking
equipment boy
wasn't really
even a choice
nothing, not
even a void
is not
That's not
even the point
can't
even touch the joint
was left
facing the void
reported almost
fainting from joy
I heard a
familiar voice
counting and
feeling the coins
I'm not
feeling the joy
he still
finished the point
the
flipping of a coin
thing don't get
forgiven, boy
is just a mother-
fucking decoy
God in
having in
into the
fulness of joy
Ghosts
guarding the joint
I'm not
You're
having a boy
way of
having a voice
should be
hearing a voice
Andrew Kennedy
Hutchison Boyd
happiest and most
judicious choice
and we're
keeping the boy
a
living from the soil
It was a
logical choice
smash with other
magical boys
I'm
only in
we're even
making a choice
and starts
fled away,
making a noise
I wasn't
Just
way of
making a point
there, not
making much noise
the one
making the noise
the people a
meaningful voice
into an empty,
meaningless noise
age that
so, however,
misses the point
Huck, you're
kind of
mind keeps
preconceptions, they're
That's- You're
trained in
You're
missing the point
 
Music of choice
is
nothing but a boy
see
nothing but a Point
You're
nothing but stuffed toys
back to my
original point
be doubtful on
particular points
in her own
particular soil
listening for the
prodigious noise
I'm just
proving a point
incessant political and
religious turmoil
and false
rudiments of joy
past
saving, what's the point
throats of
screaming Russian boys
That one's
smoking a joint
sprint ahead,
snatching up coins
and another
sprinkling of soil
would be
stretching a point
had with the
Technical Boy
only
thinking of the boys
You
wanted a boy
into one
wholeness of joy
the life
within the soil

with 2 extra syllables

Payne
addresses the boys
and come-hither
adjectives, what joy
and Jane
adopting a boy
damage was an
American boy
come from wounded
lend and lease
American boys
ever grown on
inseparably linked with
purpose of defending
set foot on
terrorist attacks on
American soil
notes for
anything but coin
had nearly
assaulted a boy
You're
carrying a boy
You are
destroying the boy
you fucked
everything up, Boyd
in other
fellowships of joy
Not
geniuses, just boys
explicit model of
underlying model of
individual choice
individual suffering and
individual joy
and has an
individual voice
with
kidnapping a plush toy
you a
privilege, a choice
emotion and a
rhetorical ploy
very wonderful and
significant point

with 3 extra syllables

most of the
cosmological void
driving along
delivering the toys
of
economic turmoil
kind of masturbatory,
egotistical noise
 
Interesting word choice
not an empty
mathematical point
economic depression and
scientific turmoil
but by deliberate
theoretical choice

with 4 extra syllables

is not an
ideological choice