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Final Word Something To Prove

roots From that same head you've twice removed A lock of hair you said would prove Our love would never die Well, ha ha ha! But I remember everything The words

of the county. He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong. His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow, But something always

friend Cannot comprehend what we are seeing No words are needed, only a gaze, embrace... Contact the living, remember the dead... There is always something to learn, Repetition proves

Word Word Word The party people love it when we take the stand With possessions of the mics in our hands 'Cause when we rock a party we'll rock it forever

coward of the county He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong His mama named him Tommy, but folks just called him Yellow Something

darkest hour. I won't reiterate the immense failure on your part. To let it die this way displays the weakness of your bonds. Numb I crawl, losing you. Over something

to take me back What is it? 'Cause I'm stayin, I can't live without you If I can't have you, no one will, don't make me prove it to you So what I catch

day is halloweeen science is the messiah what are you afraid of the world belongs to gabulon not the auto-sodomites uncle climax, my first words were curse words

ve got the calluses to prove to you that I've been bruising too This is it, we can't get back what went away Locked to our hopes for something new, that