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Jan 24, 2010 15:16:58 GMT -5
Post by kingdan on Jan 24, 2010 15:16:58 GMT -5
What about the lyrics for broken glowsticks?
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Jan 24, 2010 17:53:32 GMT -5
Post by mrrrqwTE on Jan 24, 2010 17:53:32 GMT -5
IM TALKING BROKEN
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Jan 24, 2010 22:28:45 GMT -5
Post by toast23 on Jan 24, 2010 22:28:45 GMT -5
GLOWSTICKS
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Jan 24, 2010 22:45:28 GMT -5
Post by § h a ne on Jan 24, 2010 22:45:28 GMT -5
SHES A CUTTER
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Jan 25, 2010 16:24:26 GMT -5
Post by sean on Jan 25, 2010 16:24:26 GMT -5
.....lol
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Jan 25, 2010 16:48:18 GMT -5
Post by mrrrqwTE on Jan 25, 2010 16:48:18 GMT -5
why so serious?
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Feb 8, 2010 17:58:07 GMT -5
Post by professordazzle on Feb 8, 2010 17:58:07 GMT -5
I have The Bullets except for one line. "Cause when I left her, it felt worse than __________"
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Feb 8, 2010 18:26:25 GMT -5
Post by mrrrqwTE on Feb 8, 2010 18:26:25 GMT -5
i thought it said
cause when I left her, if felt worse than wife cheating? it felt worst than high treason.
cause when she was gone, it felt worse than van tipping? it felt worse than bad tripping
worse than father killing worse than mother pill-stealing
worse than time released paint peeling?
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Feb 8, 2010 18:37:20 GMT -5
Post by professordazzle on Feb 8, 2010 18:37:20 GMT -5
That sounds good. I had "all the" instead of mother, but that fits better. And for broken glowsticks, my iffy lines are: "The ingredients are the greedy entrails and the blood of our crypt crew" and "The cream will crack up heels and send you back to papa’s field."
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Feb 8, 2010 20:42:43 GMT -5
Post by mrrrqwTE on Feb 8, 2010 20:42:43 GMT -5
i think it could also be
'the queen will crack/click her heels and send you back to papa's field'
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Feb 8, 2010 22:52:46 GMT -5
Post by jakeposega on Feb 8, 2010 22:52:46 GMT -5
you should post everything that you have and people can try and fix them
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Mar 2, 2010 18:28:56 GMT -5
Post by thatguy on Mar 2, 2010 18:28:56 GMT -5
Heres what I've gathered from listening through headphones
Broken Glowsticks
The potion that they make it only takes an hour to brew The ingredients are the greedy entrails and the blood of our crypt crew theres more
Im talking coke im talking broken glowsticks im talking a feather from his fathers top, yeah and Im talking woes im talking U's and wah-wahs they put that pedal in the metal pot yeah!
chorus: just some vocal U
heres a bag its filled with money to whoever gets it first heres a bag its filled with money to whoever makes it quick and clean
the cream will crack up heels and send you back to papas field the cream will crack up heels and send you back to papas field (shes a cutter)
Im talking coke im talking broken glowsticks
and i will never make it no ill never make it home home!
cause they will never let me go they wont ever let me go home
woe woe woe woe
(not sure what he says when he starts belting it)
im talking coke and broken glowsticks
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Mar 2, 2010 18:44:50 GMT -5
Post by thatguy on Mar 2, 2010 18:44:50 GMT -5
i drink for the armor and she drinks for the ammo we go together like the colors in the camo i put it on and it always fits just gotta watch out for the bullets x2
and their guns a blaring but i just dont care and its always come back were not beyond that but i always come back
i drink for the armor and she drinks for the ammo we go together like the colors in the camo her brains a bomb and her mouths a fist im always bleeding from the bullets
i drink for the armor and she drinks for the ammo we go together like the colors in the camo i put it on and it always fits goddamn ive learned to love the bullets
cause when i left her it felt worse than wife cheating it felt worse then high treason
cause when she was gone it felt worse then van tipping it felt worse then bad tripping worse then father killing worse then my love pill stealing worse then time released paint peeling(maybe pilling)
im your coming around im coming around im came back around your gunna to come back around your coming around lest you die!
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Mar 2, 2010 19:56:11 GMT -5
Post by professordazzle on Mar 2, 2010 19:56:11 GMT -5
I think I neglected "sounds" and repetition.
The potion that they make it only takes an hour to brew The ingredients are the greedy entrails and the blood of our crypt crew I’m talking coke, I’m talking broken glowsticks, I’m talking a feather from his father’s top hat I’m talking woes, I’m talking ancient wawas They put that petal in the metal pot. Here’s a bag It’s filled with money To whoever gets him first Here’s a bag It’s filled with money To whoever makes it quick and clean The cream will crack up heels and send you back to papa’s field. (She’s a cutter) I’m talking coke, I’m talking broken glowsticks. And I won’t ever make it No I won’t ever make it home Cause they will never let me go They won’t ever let me go home I’m talking broken glowsticks
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Mar 2, 2010 19:57:03 GMT -5
Post by professordazzle on Mar 2, 2010 19:57:03 GMT -5
I drink for the armor and she drinks for the ammo We go together like the colors and the camo I put it on and it always fits Just gotta watch out for the bullets I drink for the armor and she drinks for the ammo We go together like the colors and the camo I put it on and it always fits Just gotta watch out for the bullets
And the guns are blaring But I just don’t care and It’s always come back We’re not beyond that But I always come back But I drink for the armor and she drinks for the ammo We go together like the colors and the camo Her brain’s the bomb and her mouth’s the fist I’m always bleeding from the bullets I drink for the armor and she drinks for the ammo We go together like the colors and the camo I put it on and it always fits God damn, I’ve learned to love the bullets
Cause when I left her It felt worse than wife cheating It felt worse than high treason Cause when she was gone It felt worse than van tipping It felt worse than bad tripping Worse than father killing Worse than mother(/all the?) pill stealing Worse than time released paint peeling I’m I’m You’re Coming around You’re Coming around I’m coming around I came back around You’re gonna come back around You’re coming around
Unless you die (Don’t die) Oh no.
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Mar 3, 2010 13:06:15 GMT -5
Post by intentionallyleftblank on Mar 3, 2010 13:06:15 GMT -5
it's awesome y'all are taking the time to post these. i've been so lazy. thanks so much.
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Mar 4, 2010 2:05:27 GMT -5
Post by thatguy on Mar 4, 2010 2:05:27 GMT -5
i want people singing this shitt its too sick not to be sung along
march 12th i want everyone yelling, "ALL OUR PARTS ARE"
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