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onetimeiscoredwithspencersmith:
A compilation of Patrick Stump making sounds throughout Fall Out Boy songs.
you dont even need to listen to fob anymore guys this is it
Lyrics:
Wooooooah
oh oh oh oh oooooooooohhh
OH! Ah ah ah oooooh
AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaa
Uh uh a woah oh oh
Woah oh AH AH AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
WOAAAAAAAH oooooh oh ooooooooooooo
Woah oh oh oh uh oh nmumnmun
OH OH OH OH
*etc*
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“Little Death,” by +44
Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your cry for inspiration never reaches ears on distant stars.
And every night our lonely planet slides across the universe;
And I won’t pretend I understand.
Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your death by information won’t disturb the peace on distant stars.
And even when you lock the doors and slide behind the unlit shades;
None of us are strangers anymore.
Fall asleep with the windows open, come to me with the worst you’ve said and done.
You’ll close your eyes and see me, a little death makes life more meaningful.
I stand no chance at all.
Please, sleep my darling, sleep.
Your car crash in slow motion won’t upset the pace on distant stars.
And one by one the years of our lives stumble as the moments pass.
So please hold on, so please hold on.
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MY COMPUTER IS FROZEN AND ITS STUCK ON SOMEONES BLOG AND THIS IS THEIR AUTOPLAY MUSIC AND I CANT STOP IT HELP ME
omg it’s back
No more than they can we suppress
The universal wish to guess
Or slip out of our own position
Into an unconcerned condition.
Although I can at least confine
Your vanity and mine
To stating timidly
A timid similarity,
We shall boast anyway:
Like love I say.
Like love we don’t know where or why,
Like love we can’t compel or fly,
Like love we often weep,
Like love we seldom keep.
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's carnal ecstasy. Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell, And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost, All the dreaded cards foretell, Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought, Not a kiss nor look be lost. Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find the mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.
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Compilation of Tom Delonge singing the word “time”.
TIMECORE
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