exact syllable matches

or be

blown to hell

because they're

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I was
I'd be
of being

bored to death

 

bored to tears

son was

that were

born to them

brothers are

both true men

overdose and

we all
You'd

choke to death

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until you're

choked to death

poison and

chokes to death

burden it

chose to bear

bring them

cause they're
child was
So
when we're

close to death

always be

boats are
closer than
get to
of those
see it

close to them

and no

clothes to wear

at the

it the
kind of

clothes you wear

 

co to jest

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comb you hair

truth much

corn to send

portrait is a

courtroom sketch

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Doe to death

I

don't do stealth

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don't do tests

do and

don't do well

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don't lose them

But you

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don't use them

Why

don't you care

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don't you dare

mean, what

don't you get

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don't you Kent

would mean,

don't you, Ted

a new

door to death

is the

open a

door to hell

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floats through Hell

onto the

floor to help

Kill

for Khrushchev

doesn't leave time

for Usenet

cooked it

for you chef

I'll aim

for you head

was waiting

for you Jeff

good

remain alive

for you then

be waiting

I'll wait
is waiting
made room
will wait

for you there

a nickname

a place
don't work
there's hope

for you yet

STOP FOGG

FOR YOU, EH

always here

for you, Fred

have love

for you, friend

have eyes

for you, Gwen

We're coming

for you, Shen

a problem

so exciting

for you, then

That's Whistler

for you, yes

that you're

forced to wear

publicly set

forth to them

for me to

go brunette

when they

when we

go through death

 

go through hell

you just

go through them

have to

go through there

a book,

before I
before you
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chips, and
dinner and
don't wanna
eat, and
have to
home and
homework, to
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just all
Let's
Mikey, you
of reason
part, to
the road,
think I'll
undressing to
walk and
want to
work, then
You wanna

go to bed

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bad, I'd
can all
comes, I'll
don't wanna
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giraffe, or
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goin' to
have to
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him to
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me twice,
my enemies
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religion, will
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she can
them to
want to
watch everything
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will probably
world to
you can
you should
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You'll

go to hell

all to

anyone can
deserve to
me to
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State to

go to Hell

like saying

Go to hell

 

go to lengths

broken hearts

go to mend

grab will

I must
I shall
supposed to
us, we'll

go to them

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go to, Bess

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go too well

afore us

goes to bed

and booze

and everything
it all
me, who
this all
whole place

goes to hell

in who

goes to Hell

from all gotos,

goto hell

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holds you there

and punch

holes through them

she went

home to bed

bringing you

should go

home to them

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Homeroom then

jobs and

homes to men

could not

hope to tell

lives they

hoped to lead

get out the

horseshoe set

man I

know to help

we now

know too well

will never

know true strength

I

needs to
Now I

know you care

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I didn't

know you cared

once,now I

know you less

But, you

I don't
you

know, who cares

were also

known to them

and God

the devil

knows who else

could do

more to help

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more to tell

give, the

more you get

that mean

most to them

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no moves left

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no new chef

true lover,

no true friend

 

note to self

and too

old to care

Either be blonde

or brunette

should play cards

or roulette

to heaven,

to prom

or to hell

money is

owed to them

on his

on your

own two legs

coffee that

pours through them

 

puer du bec

les trois

quarts du temps

pave the

paved the
paves the
paving the
well, the

road to hell

trouble with

Road To Hell

is the

road to strength

on that

rope, you men

in poverty

rose to 12

the sun

shone through them

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show you where

clemency being

shown to them

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least it

shows you care

 

snowshoe hares

do even

so to them

I'm back,

so who cares

and sterilized,

so you get

the Britain

sold to them

his own

soul to Hell

got no

have a

soul to sell

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soul-food best

with bearing

souls to hell

our tortured

souls to rest

and

spoke to them

and be

and God
by being
gates and
should be

stoned to death

I'm too

stoned to tell

the rankling

thorn to wear

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those two then

specific to

those who care

world for

those who dared

light in

those who read

shines from

those who share

place of

those you left

is never

told to men

that was

told to them

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told you friends

haven't even

told you yet

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has been
must be
we get

torn to shreds

for the

war to end

bring their

war to them

you something

warm to wear

know the

whole truth yet

of illusion,

woe to them

will be

your new cell

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your new friend

hanging with

your new friends

your, uh, on-on-on

your poopdeck

Ask

your sous-chef

I am

your true friend

Christ is

your true head

Embrace

Show her
you for

your true self

Show me

your true strength

Here's

your two cents

with 1 extra syllable

you could

afford to spare

hardly his

alone to bear

and assessment

approach to BED

way of

approach to them

catch you

morning, right
see you

before you left

future live

before you there

a neologism

borrowed through French

up a

cockroach to err

that much

ego to spend

Bernard will

escort you there

want to

explode to death

ever been

exposed to them

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footnote to Ed

 

Hello you there

just what

heroes do best

ego sum

homo tu es

just another

negro to them

Love stands

opposed to death

new problems

proposed to them

those they

purport to help

transfers its

repose to them

is a

reproach to them

Shall I

reproach you, dead

are we

suppose to dress

am I

suppose to wear

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You're not

supposed to care

he was

supposed to dwell

book was

Everything is

supposed to end

you are

supposed to get

division was

supposed to lead

that I'm

way they're

supposed to read

Am I

supposed to share

may be

supposed to tell

eat is

however, utterly
simple truth,
the man

unknown to them

with 2 extra syllables

crushing Count

Cagliostro to death

your new

uniform to shreds