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What's wrong with a little destruction?

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Stolen from exsequar
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A poem. First lines of first 20 songs on shuffle.

Back to the street where we began
Your day breaks, your mind aches
Oh, little did she know
Hold fast, motor off

Do you hear the people sing
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
We are just the monkeys, who fell out of the trees
You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin'

When I'm a walking, I strut my stuff, then I'm so strung out
When I look back upon my life
Well, since my baby left me
Wake me up with laughter

Everyone's just looking for
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
You know I'm not dead
I try to sing this song

Where are you, little star?
Monday morning
Oh, what a night
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting

Monday morning
Oh, what a night

Hee, I just noticed how cool that came out.


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