IM SORRY. my ruler, I am not worthy. I don’t know the name of the song.
BUT HERES THE NAME OF THE SONG I WANT YOU TO GUESS.
Db, C, Ab, Bb!!! (X1000)
all by aliens exist copywrite trademark. and btw ace of spad I know that aliens did 99% of that sawng.
That’s not a song, that’s four notes.
Yeahsurewhatever. Believe what you want.
Do you believe in heaven above?
Do you believe in love?
Don’t tell a lie, don’t be false or untrue
It all comes back to you
Open fire on my burning heart
I’ve never been lucky in love
My defenses are down, a kiss or a frown
I can’t survive on my own
NO ITS FOUR NOTES OF THE BEST SONG BY THE BEST COMPOSER ON EART!!!
Come on, play this game properly.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?
Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
Well, I met an old man dyin’ on a train,
No more destinations,
No more pain.
Well he said,
“One thing before I graduate…
Never let your fear decide your fate.”
Kill your heroes
Set the ball a rollin
I’ll be clicking off the miles
On the train of consequences
My boxcar life O’ style
My thinking is derailed
I’m tied up to the tracks
The train of consequences
There ain’t no turning back
One of my favourite Chorus’s
Train of Consequences.
Do you believe in heaven above?
What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine too
If you shake my hand better count your fingers
Uhh… “What’s Yours is Mine”?
As you’re on your way back home
Something catch your eyes untold
Fear of darkness lingers here
You tremble as you get the fear
Now you’re on the cornerstone
Fearing you’d be left alone
Who will lose? Who will prevail?
Who will tell the final tale?
Hero?
There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium,
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium,
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium,
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium,
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium,
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium, (gasp)
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium
The Periodic Table?
Somebody once told me, “The world is gonna roll me,
I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed,”
She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an L on her forehead
Well, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
It didn’t make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So, what’s wrong with taking the back streets?
You’ll never know if you don’t go
You’ll never shine if you don’t glow
All-Star.- Smash Mouth.
I could lift you up
I could show you what you want to see
and take you where you want to be
You could be my luck
Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we’ll be----
Safe and Sound.
(near the end)
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up
God I love this song:
There was an old farmer who lived on a rock
He sat in the meadow just shaking his
Fist at some boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water, their hands on their
Marbles and play things at a half passed four
There came a young lady who looked like a
Pretty, young preacher
She sat on the grass, she pulled up her dress
And she showed them her
Ruffles, and laces and white fluffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to
Bring up her children, so they would not spit
While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling
Refuse, and litter from yesterday’s hunt
While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her
Eyes at the fellow, down by the dock
He looked like a man with a sizable
Home in the country, with a big fence out front
If he asked her politely, she’d show him her
Little pet dog, who was subject to fits
And maybe she’d let him grab hold of her
Small, tender hands with a movement so quick
And then she’d bend over and suck on his
Candy, so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he’d spread whip cream all over her
Cookies that she had left out on her shelf
If you think this is dirty
You can go fuck yourself!
The Assumption Song.
A suburban man at my door
But I don’t think I’ll let him in
He wants discipline, discipline
Control over the way I live
He wants the best for me
Old school philosophy
So I can’t turn my back on him
He’s apart of me
He’d buy me anything
But I just need a friend
Our lady peace - all for you
I cheated on that one.
Oh, you, dirty little boy, dirty little boy.
Oh, you, dirty little boy, dirty little boy.
Tsukasa’s theme.
I really don’t know.
“you’ve got 3 notes in your whole range, you can’t act and you can’t dance. I’m more powerful than you when I’m wearing women’s pants. Why do you stand there I a suit it’s like you’re trying to bore me, when rock the UK, south America gets horny.”
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY: Freddie Mercury vs. Frank Sinatra.
I couldn’t take it, couldn’t stand another minute
Couldn’t bear another day without you in it
All of the joy that I had known for all my life
Was stripped away from me the minute that you died
To have you in my life was all I ever wanted
But now without you I’m a soul forever haunted
Can’t help but feel that I had taken you for granted
No way in Hell that I can ever comprehend this
Red Like Roses Part II - Rooster Teeth
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue
And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief”
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no Senator’s son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh
But when the tax men come to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no
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