Let's burn this filthy town straight into the ground with our dirty looks and glances.
Because it is the odds that bring us together.
Royal Flush . Straight Flush. Four of A Kind . Full House . Flush . Straight . Three of A Kind . Two Pairs . One Pair . High CardIt's the cards that bring the losers and the cool people in my class together (for some though). And I believe this year's batch of the expected "best" students are the most united and slack class. I still love it all the same. :)
Whether you think we're gambling or not, it's really up to you. It's your prerogative, because we know what we're doing... so leave us be. :) We are teens with our heads in the clouds, but we know when to come back... and we thank you for worrying about us. :)
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Currently 3/7 way through the MYEs, can't wait for it to be over. I haven't watched X-men yet, and I'm going to watch it whether you tell me it sucks or what. Wolverine, ftw.
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Come on, let's start a riot down the street on avenue 7.
The lightning's flashing, the thunder's clapping; they're waiting for the great big show.
Tonight's the night our show is on, don't keep the audience waiting.
I'll be right here at the rundown lot, waiting on for you.
Throw on your best outfits, leopards, furs and all the skins
I say we give them a piece of our mind, I say we show them what we've got
Because tonight nobody, nobody will crash our fun.
I'll be right here at the rundown lot, with my arms wide open.
[pc]:
Let your hair down and run wild,
Free yourselves from the chains of this world
Because tonight you are free.
[c]:
Bring on the thunder, conjure up the lightning,
Burn this all down til there's nothing left standing.
Leave no regrets as you take in the scene,
Let our works engulf everything into nothingness.
Of all the words I've spoken,
It's just short of...
"i love you."
Tickle those smiles, give it an orgasm and let the laughter erupt.
Let your worries fade because you have worried enough about today.
You know I'll always be behind your back, always be here waiting,
You know where I'll be, always at the rundown lot.
[pc]
[c]
Loving this crazy tragic sometimes magic awful almost beautiful life,
Even though I lose sleep just to day dream about you.
Don't leave me to have breakfasts with the shadow,
Be my goodmorning and goodnight.
[pc]
[c] x2
Spoken Everything Short Of...I had to write this. No tune, ahaha. It's 4.20am on a Sunday morning now.
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