exact syllable matches

accomplish

all of your goals

cook

all of your own

on

all of your souls

 

All the folklore

electricity at

all, but hormones

Bubbles

are just for show

There

are, of course, roads

 

Augusto Boal

See

brothel for more

they

call her for short

 

Call the po-po

Who

called the Po-Po

See

chocolate for more

fare

con comodo

friendship to

conquer your own

have no

conscience, no soul

the

cost of your own

 

dar um bolo

it like

darkens your soul

sons and my

daughters Ho-oh

hundred thousand

dollars or more

yourself constantly

drawn toward stores

Father Joy, this

Father Corot

soldier my

father hoped for

no your

father won't know

of your damnable

father, Jojo

any

fault of your own

 

Fox, but no more

in his

garden for ghosts

like Ava

Gardner no more

And I'm

till we

gonna go home

I

I've

gotta go home

Now, I

gotta go, so

I

gotta go, though

your

heart, search your soul

is thinking, or iron-

hearted Clotho

 

hombre lobo

 

hombres lobo

future is no

longer foretold

not no

longer, oh no

have

lost the whole war

to a

lot of snowclones

and your

mama don't know

a

mark of your own

of The

Mark of Zorro

got no

momma no more

to be a

Mongol warlord

cobra e

mostra o pau

know you're

not a homo

It's

not a solo

therefore will

not provoke war

he was

not the foremost

Croce, just

off the Corso

 

on a go-slow

swear

swore

on the Bro Code

her

on the cold floor

exhibit

on the fourth floor

stones

on the Go Board

already started

on the hormones

me

on the low road

inns

on the North Road

him

on the phone, no

put it

on the scoreboard

hiding

on the shore or

itself

on the stone floor

together from now

on, Makoto

 

onna no ko

is

part of your soul

offer little

solace or hope

child and

started for shore

known as

Stockton for short

I

thought of no more

the

top of your rope

I

I just
Please, I
You

wanna go home

don't

want a Cold War

No, I

want the photos

before he

was a Forsworn

Oscar Wilde

Sure, Aristotle
that I
the Great

was a homo

Corps

was a no go

to read

was a scoreboard

It

was a war though

that

was a war zone

He

was from Kyoto

I

was her sworn sword

the Serpent

was the Logos

I

wash from your clothes

Until I

wasn't no more

deep-

water solo

deep-

water soloed

deep-

water soloes

deep-

water solos

with 1 extra syllable

Jesus as the

incarnate Logos

 

malanga coco

See

Muhammad for more

See

Weingarten for more