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Loud Lyrix, April 12, 1994, Issue # 4
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Addresses
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Internet: lyrix@terranet.cts.com
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UUCP: generic!zoo.toronto.edu!terranet!lyrix
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Editor-in-Chief: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Publisher: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Distributor: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Mailing Program: NONE! Everything is done by hand.
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DISCLAIMER
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Loud Lyrix is not responsible for accuracy of the lyrics, song titles,
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album titles, or specific performers of the songs contained herein. All
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songs are property of the bands that perform them and/or their record
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labels. The lyrics contained herein cannot be used for any purpose other
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than "private study, scholarship, or research." If anyone makes use of a
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reprinted song for purposes in excess of "fair use," that user may be
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liable for copyright infringement. Loud Lyrix is not responsible for any
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misrepresentation of the performers of any songs or their respective
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lyrics. We reserve the right to reprint inaccurate lyrics if the song's
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lyrics were not readily available to the typist. And just remember that
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this publication is for the sheer fun and pleasure of discovering the
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lyrics of some songs, and we are not out to rip off any bands or put any
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words in their mouths.
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DESCRIPTION
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Loud Lyrix is a weekly publication dedicated to the spread of heavy metal
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lyrics throughout the world. Subscriptions are available at no cost
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electronically. Five to Ten songs are published every Tuesday. Along with
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the lyrics, a section of the zine is devoted to reactions of subscribers to
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previously posted songs. All subscribers are urged to send in lyrics from
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their own favorite bands for publication. All requests, submissions or
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comments must be sent to the above address.
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OUR PHILOSOPHY
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We here at Loud Lyrix believe that the true meaning of a song can only make
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itself known through the song's lyrics. It is for this reason that Loud
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Lyrix exists, we are committed to delivering all the best lyrics of heavy
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metal songs to Cyber-bangers around the globe. Long live metal!
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Loud Lyrix, #4, 4/12/94
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Here it is everyone, once again, week after week, the never ending, always
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persistent and God of all 'zines -------> LOUD LYRIX! <tremendous cheering>
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Well everyone, it's been a sad week, as you probably know, Kurt Cobain is
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dead at the age of 27, father of one, and husband of Courtney Love. May he
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find the peace in death, that he couldn't in life.
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As you may have noticed, Loud Lyrix has changed it's address... we are now
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located at lyrix@terranet.cts.com, I have decided to make a new account for
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the 'zine, and leave myself a nice, UNFLOODED, personal account. So I just
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want to tell all of you that from now on, all 'zine related mailings should
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be sent to lyrix@terranet.cts.com, and that includes subscription requests,
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and sign offs. So if you are 'spreading the word' for me, make sure you use
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the new address ok? Again.. that's lyrix@terranet.cts.com. Thanx!
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Alright people, I have a serious request for you all, I am starting a
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"Great Usenet Hunt" here for the 'zine, I want all of you with Usenet
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access to look around for newsgroups that I can regularly post the 'zine to
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every week without getting flamed to hell! Just mail me, and tell me the
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address for it, eg. alt.music.zines or whatever.... I want to change that
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line in my header that reads: Usenet: None
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Ok! So here we are, we've had ONE, count 'em, ONE response to "Manifest"
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by Sepultura, it is from a Brazilian brother who knows what it's like
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there, so read it. I've also included another Sepultura song in this issue,
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hope you all like it.
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I've also started the posting of "The Eye" by King Diamond... look for a
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new chapter each week... there are 10 in all, and I'm telling you now, I
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will NOT send anyone any chapters ahead of time, so don't even ask. :-)
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We had quite a bit of submissions this week, so I wish to thank all you
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people for taking the time and becoming more involved with Loud Lyrix...
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and that's it everyone, hope you enjoy this issue... and remember... we are
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now at lyrix@terranet.cts.com.
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CONTENTS
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Reader's Comments
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Prologue: The Eye
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Song 1: "The Eye of The Witch" by King Diamond
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Song 2: "Diamonds and Rust" by Judas Priest
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Song 3: "Propaganda" by Sepultura
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Song 4: "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC
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Song 5: "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana
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Song 6: "Fucking Hostile" by Pantera
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Song 7: "Suicide Solution" by Ozzy Osbourne
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Song 8: "Eternal" by Paradise Lost
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Song 9: "Fade To Black" by Metallica
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******************* R E A D E R ' S C O M M E N T S *********************
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Date: Fri, 08 Apr 94 19:22:48 BSC
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From: Andre Hentz <LCMI3AHT@ibm.ufsc.br>
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Subject: Re: Loud Lyrix #3
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Since I'm a Brazilian, please excuse my English, I must state my opinion
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about Sepultura's lyrics. First, I think it's necessary to understand a bit
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of Brazilian history to explain what happened. As a result of 20 years of
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dictatorial government, some sectors of society are corrupted and people
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have not reacted to it. Brazil has the 4th largest TV network in the world
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(Globo TV) and people only know what Globo tells them. Like this massacre,
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other facts aren't known by the Brazilian people, so the situation doesn't
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change. Or I should say it did not change. Since late 1992, when president
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Fernando Collor was deposed by a democratic impeachment process, we are
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cleaning Brazil out.
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I wonder if bands like Sepultura should also communicate this kind of
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loud criticism in Portuguese because only 1% of the 190 million population
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of Brazil can understand English.
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[Editor -- It would be nice to see Sepultura expressing their views in
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their native tongue, but I think they are singing in English because they
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want the message to get across to the rest of the world. But they do have
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some old songs that were in Portuguese, they sang some for an encore at
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their gig here in Toronto.]
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[Editor -- Ok everyone.... I am gonna post all the lyrics off of a certain
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album, by a certain fellow, who in my un-humble opinion, is the greatest
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writer and lyricist ever to walk the earth! His name is King Diamond, and
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this certain album is called "The Eye".... I'd tell you what's it's about,
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but you can just read the songs to find that out! I will be posting one
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song from the album in each issue of Loud Lyrix.... in this one, I'm
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posting the Prologue, that gives a little background of the story (which is
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for the most part true by the way!), and all the songs on this album, are
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like a chapter in the total story.. it's really kewl.... if you want the
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full effect of the album, and it's energy and all that rot, I'd strongly
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suggest going out, and buying it! Ok.... now for the Prologue... I hope you
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enjoy it, see ya on the other side!]
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**************************** T H E E Y E *******************************
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by K I N G D I A M O N D
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Prologue
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- he main part of the stories told on this album are unfortunately true,
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and took place during the French Inquisition, 1450 - 1670.
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All of the following characters are real and from that period of time.
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Nicholas de la Reymie: Head investigator of the Christian Burning Court
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(Chambre Ardente), in Paris, France
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Jeanne DiBasson: Supposed witch
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Madeleine Bavent: 18 year old french nun who entered the convent at Louviers
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in 1625, after having been seduced by a priest. Died in
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1647 in prison.
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Father Pierre David: Chaplain of the convent at Louviers till his death in
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1628.
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Father Mathurin Picard: Chaplain of the convent at Louviers from 1628 to his
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death in 1642. Among his sick, insane deeds he
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managed to rape Madeleine Bavent.
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Typed by: Death Incarnate
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Chapter 1 of "The Eye", by King Diamond
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******************** E Y E O F T H E W I T C H **********************
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It's so cold inside on this summer's night
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Black clouds in the sky dancing before my eyes
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I'm losing track of time
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It's the Eye of the Witch
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It's the Eye of the Witch
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Thunder bring the rain, penetrate my brain
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I am no more the same, that special night has come again
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Losing track of time
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It's the Eye of the Witch
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The Eye...The eye...the eye
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Another glass of wine to heat the blood of mine
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And as I look inside the necklace called "The Eye"
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I'm going back in time
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It's the Eye of the Witch
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It's the Eye of the Witch
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The Eye...The eye...the eye
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has committed suicide at his home in Seattle. He exited this realm of
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existence with a shotgun blast to the cranium. I can't say that I was the
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biggest Nirvana fan in the world, but I am still as shocked or more so than
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most people. As much as I hate crediting Nirvana with the "birth of Grunge"
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I have to admit that they were influential in popularizing the sound, and
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I can't really say if that's a good or a bad thing. But anyways, Kurt,
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dude, this one's for you man, let's hope you're in a better place, where
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the tunes are always cranked, and the moshing never ends.]
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************* S M E L L S L I K E T E E N S P I R I T ***************
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by N I R V A N A
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Album: "Nevermind"
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Load up on guns and bring your friends
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It's fun to lose and to pretend
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She's over bored and self assured
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Oh no, I know a dirty word
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Hello, hello, hello, how low?
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I'm worse at what I do best
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And for this gift I feel blessed
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Our little tribe has always been
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And always will until the end
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Hello, hello, hello, how low?
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And I forget just why I taste
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Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
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I found it hard, it was hard to find
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Oh well, whatever, nevermind
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With the lights out, it's less dangerous
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Here we are now, entertain us
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A mulatto
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An albino
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A mosquito
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My libido
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Yay, a denial
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Typed and Transcribed by: The Lerxst of Death
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Contributed by: Sartre <sartre@terranet.cts.com>
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****************** D I A M O N D S A N D R U S T *************************
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by J U D A S P R I E S T
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Album: "Sin After Sin (?)"
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(original lyrics by Joan Baez)
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I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
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but that's not unusual
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it's just that the moon is full
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and you decided to come
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And here I sit, hand on the telephone
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hearing the voice I'd known
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a couple of light years ago
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headed straight for a fall
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But we both know what memories can bring
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they bring Diamonds and Rust
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yes we both know what memories can bring
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they bring Diamonds and Rust
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Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in your hair
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Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over washington square
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and then comes that white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
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Speaking strictly for me
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we both could've died then and there
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Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
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then give me another word for it
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you were so good with words
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and at keeping things paid
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cause I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too clearly
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yes, I love you dearly
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and if you're offering me diamonds and rust
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I've already paid
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But we both know what memories can bring
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they bring Diamonds and Rust
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yes we both know what memories can bring
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they bring Diamonds and Rust
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Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
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Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
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Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
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Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
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************************** P R O P A G A N D A ****************************
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by S E P U L T U R A
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Why don't you get a life and grow up
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Why don't you realize that you're fucked up
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Why criticize what you don't understand
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Why change my words, you're so afraid
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You think you have the right to
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Put me down
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Propaganda hides your scum
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Face to face you don't have a word to say
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You got in my way, now you'll have to pay
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Don't, don't believe what you
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See
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Don't, don't believe what you read
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No!!!
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I know my ways, I'm here to stay
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I didn't start all this yesterday
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I'll prove you wrong all the way
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Life teaches me you're always alone
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Don't, don't believe what you
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See
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Don't, don't believe what you read
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No!!!
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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********* Y O U S H O O K M E A L L N I G H T L O N G ***********
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by A C / D C
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Album: "Back in Black"
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She was a fast machine,
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She kept her motor clean,
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She was the best damn woman that I ever seen,
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She had a-sightless eyes,
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Telling me no lie,
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Knockin' me out with those American thighs,
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Taking more than her share,
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Had me fighting for air,
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She told me to come, but I was already there,
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'Cos the walls start shaking,
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The earth was quaking,
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My mind was achin',
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And we were makin' it and you...
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Shook me all night long,
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Yeah you, shook me all night long.
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Running double time on that seduction line,
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She's one of a kind,
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She's just mine all mine,
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Well her claws,
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Are just another cause,
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Made a meal out of me, and come back for more,
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Tried to cool me down,
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To take another round,
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Well I'm back in the ring to take another swing,
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But the walls were shaking,
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The earth was quaking,
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My mind was aching,
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And we were making it and you...
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Shook me all night long,
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Yeah you, shook me all night long,
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Knocked me out, I said you
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Shook me all night long,
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Had me shaking and you,
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Shook me all night long,
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Had me shaking,
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Well you shook me...
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You really shook me and YOU!
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Shook me all night long,
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Aaaaahaaaahaaaah You...
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Shook me all night long,
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Yeah yeah you,
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Shook me all night long,
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You really got me and you,
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Shook me all night long,
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Yeah you shook me,
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Yeah you shook me,
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All night long.
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by P A N T E R A
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Album: "Vulgar Display of Power"
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Almost every day. I see the same face on broken picture tube
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It fits my attitude.
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If you could see yourself, you put you on a shelf, your verbal masturbate
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Promise to nausiate
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Today I'll play the part of non-parent
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Not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself
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Not lie and make you believe what's evil is making love
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And making friends, and meeting God your own way.
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The right way.
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Chorus:
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To see, to bleed, cannot be taught
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In turn you're making us fucking hostile
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We stand alone
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The truth in right and wrong, the boundaries of the law.
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You seem to miss the point.
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Arresting for a joint?!
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You seem to wonder why hundreds of people die.
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You're writing tickets man, my mom got jumped, they ran!
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Now I'll play a public servant.
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To serve and protect by the law and the state.
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I'd bust the punks that rape, steal and murder.
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And leave you be, if you crossed me.
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I'd shake your hand like a man, not a God.
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Come meet your maker boy, something you can't enjoy.
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Because of heaven/hell.
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A fucking wives tale they put in your head.
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Then put you in your bed.
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He's watching say your prayers, cause God is everywhere.
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Now I'll play a man learning priesthood.
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Who's about to take the ultimate test in life.
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I'd question things because I am human.
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And call NO ONE my father who's no closer than a stranger.
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I won't listen.
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Typed by: Death Incarnate
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******************** S U I C I D E S O L U T I O N **********************
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by O Z Z Y O S B O U R N E
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Album: "Blizzard of Ozz"
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Wine is fine
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But whiskey's quicker
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suicide is slow with liquor
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Take a bottle drain your sorrows
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Candied thoughts await tomorrows
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Evil thought and evil doings
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Cold, alone you hang in ruins
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Thought you'd escape the reaper
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You can't escape the master keeper
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'Cause you feel life's unreal and you're living a lie
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Such a shame who's to blame and you're wondering why
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Then you ask from your cask is there life after birth
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What you saw can mean hell on this earth
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Now you live inside a bottle
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The reaper's travelling at full throttle
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It's catching you but you don't see
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The reaper is you and the reaper is me
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Breaking laws, knocking doors
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But there's no one at home
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Made your bed, rest your head
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But you lie there and moan
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Where to hide, suicide is the only way out
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Don't you know what it's really about
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Wine is fine
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But whiskey's quicker
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Suicide is slow with liquor
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Take a bottle drown your sorrows
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candied thoughts await tomorrow
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Typed by: David Reeves <91843318@uwwvax.uww.edu>
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***************************** E T E R N A L *******************************
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by P A R A D I S E L O S T
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Album: "Gothic"
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Why can't we hear
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The time must come for us to leave here
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Emotion has withered away
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Out burnt out love has decayed
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Obsessed to leave the earth
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Tragedy has overrun since birth
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Now our righteous fathers weep
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As we greet eternal sleep
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Are we born to pass away
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Cry at all that remains
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"Chosen words" fail to sustain
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The wisdom of powers heard
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In dismal thoughts seemingly absurd
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Now as hope and glory dies
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We'll scream at our demise
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Are we lost forever more
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[Now our righteous fathers weep
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As we greet eternal sleep
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Are we born to pass away]
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed by: ppbruno@vmesa.uerj.br
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*********************** F A D E T O B L A C K *************************
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by M E T A L L I C A
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Album: "Ride The Lightning"
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Life it seems, will fade away
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8Drifting further every day
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Getting lost within myself
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Nothing matters no one else
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I have lost the will to live
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Simply nothing more to give
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There is nothing more for me
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Need the end to set me free
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Things are not what they used to be
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Missing one inside of me
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Deathly lost, this can't be real
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Cannot stand this hell I feel
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Emptiness is filing me
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To the point of agony
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Growing darkness taking dawn
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I was me, but now He's gone
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No one but me can save myself, but it to late
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Now I can't think, think why I should even try
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Yesterday seems as though it never existed
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Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed By: Bill Northrup <pioneer@cjbbs.com>
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Well, this is the end of another Loud Lyrix! <Boo-hoo> But don't despair,
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it's only one week 'til Loud Lyrix #5... hehehe... what would all you
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dudes do if this were a MONTHLY 'zine?! That's not funny eh?
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Don't forget people... we are now, lyrix@terranet.cts.com, all
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submissions, comments, requests, and submissions are to be send here.
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Remember to change the address in any ads that you distribute... or just
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mail me, and I'll give you a brand spankin' new ad to spread around.
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BTW... I'm STILL in need of that LISTSERV I've been begging about...
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please, please please.... I need it badly.... if you know ANYONE, try and
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set me up with it... thanx
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C-ya
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