exact syllable matches

And

boom broken heart

 

broom, don't need a mop

by

brute force of arms

the

flute or the harp

 

Food for the gods

I

knew your people, Sean

a

new form of art

completely

new form of thought

It's our

new Noah's Ark

these

New York girls are

a number of

Newtonian laws

oui

ou pour un non

know,

shoot for the stars

always

shoot for the top

again

again,

through your young heart

most loves

to close upon

it

to cord a box

should be made

the whole work
with social machinery

to correspond

bloated behinds

to float upon

I choose

we have

to focus on

the gospel

to foreign parts

a penny

to go across

historian have

to go upon

you have

to grow apart

right

to hold a job

another

to hold the cock

than

to know a god

need

to know the cause

one

to mourn her loss

have

outside

to mow the lawn

In reference

to Noah's Ark

all the way

to Omaha

this land

to Orange Star

was

to poke the ball

Ares and

to Roman Mars

have begun

to show alarm

windows

to show us God

I want

want

to soldier on

middle ground

to stroll upon

 

To throw us off

need

to vote a lot

Playing Watson

to your Sherlock

the

tool for the art

street has

two broken arms

people with

two broken hearts

but

who drove the car

one

who holds the stars

know

who those people are

people,

you don't love God

 

you don't need the cards

,

you fold a lot

that

you froze her heart

can, as

figure as
mag, and
together, so
up as
Why would

you go along

and

you know a lot

 

You know the law

 

you know the log

 

You know what, Clark

But

you know what, Josh

 

You know what's hard

just,

you know, fuck off

 

You know, just not

belt,

you know, sneakers on

but,

you know, the odds

miss

you,

you most of all

 

You most of all

carry

you o'er the walls

like

you so much, Tom

said

you stole the car

trust

you though we're apart

 

You wrote a lot

me

you wrote the song

 

you, though we must part

 

You'll show 'em all

with 1 extra syllable

 

Andrew Bonar Law

 

Gaboon forest frog

 

into molten rock

never crashed

into your garage

 

Reduced form of naught

with 2 extra syllables

your

attitude, OR FUCK OFF