A simple game, really. Put whatever you want in the vending machine (from a binder to a boat, etc.) and the person above you gets to decide what comes out!
I put in my APUSH book. (What? I dont need it anymore!)
I'm outside your picture frame, and the glass is breaking now...
If only you knew all the love that I've found, it's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
It all comes to you, you're gonna get what you deserve. Try to test that, you're bound to get served. Love's what I got, don't start a riot!
Without you pulling it the tide comes in, without you twirling it the earth can spin, without you pushing them the clouds float by.... If they can do without you duckie, so can I!
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If only you knew all the love that I've found, it's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
It all comes to you, you're gonna get what you deserve. Try to test that, you're bound to get served. Love's what I got, don't start a riot!
Without you pulling it the tide comes in, without you twirling it the earth can spin, without you pushing them the clouds float by.... If they can do without you duckie, so can I!
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If only you knew all the love that I've found, it's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
It all comes to you, you're gonna get what you deserve. Try to test that, you're bound to get served. Love's what I got, don't start a riot!
Without you pulling it the tide comes in, without you twirling it the earth can spin, without you pushing them the clouds float by.... If they can do without you duckie, so can I!
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Take me away, I just want out from this self-imprisoned self-made Hell. Don't be surprsed, this is your mind coming to life by self-sacrifice. This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret. Blame yourself for what you've become. The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct.
~I, Dementia - Whitechapel~
Take me away, I just want out from this self-imprisoned self-made Hell. Don't be surprsed, this is your mind coming to life by self-sacrifice. This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret. Blame yourself for what you've become. The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct.
~I, Dementia - Whitechapel~
Take me away, I just want out from this self-imprisoned self-made Hell. Don't be surprsed, this is your mind coming to life by self-sacrifice. This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret. Blame yourself for what you've become. The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct.
~I, Dementia - Whitechapel~
