Category: Fierce Creature
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Sometimes You Get Stung Five Times
Sometimes your day is boring – you sleep all day and watch it fly by from your bed.
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I Exist!
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Fifty Four] It’s not a song or anything, I’m just saying I’m not a bot. I’m here. Just still… settling in and figuring things out. Like daily routines for example… I rip myself out of bed at seven twenty in order to get kids dressed but I forgot to…
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Hung Up
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Fifty Three] Wait, did I just catch up?!? Are we caught up?? ? Is that TODAY’S DATE? That was a whole hell of a lot of music, y’all. But also I moved across the ocean, eh? Solid excuses are solid. This one’s by Madonna. Cause #Madonna Every little thing…
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All Star
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Fifty Two] By the Mouth that is Smashed. Or Smash Mouth. Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go playHey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paidAnd all that glitters is goldOnly shooting stars break the mold
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Seven Nation Army
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Fifty One] Those are the White Stripes, Baby! And the feeling coming from my bonesSays, “Find a home”
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The Kids Aren’t Alright
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Fifty] The OFFSPRING!! ! Chances thrownNothing’s freeLonging for used to beStill it’s hard, hard to seeFragile livesShattered dreams (Go!)
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Crawling
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Forty Nine] That’s Linkin Park, y’all. Crawling in my skinThese wounds, they will not healFear is how I fallConfusing what is real
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Kryptonite
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Forty Eight] How many doors down? 3 Doors Down. Whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoa
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Just Dance
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Forty Seven] Yuppers, that’s Lady Gaga again. #CantStopWontStop Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmmJust dance, spin that record, babe, da da doo-doo-mmmJust dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-danceDance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
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Come As You Are
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Forty Six] If only we could all reach Nirvana… No I don’t have a gunNo I don’t have a gunNo I don’t have a gunNo I don’t have a gun
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Mr. Brightside
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Forty Five] By The Killers Jealousy, turning saints into the seaSwimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibisBut it’s just the price I pay, destiny is calling meOpen up my eager eyes, ’cause I’m Mr. Brightside
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Creep
[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Forty Four] Back in high school for me; how old were you when you fell in love with Radiohead? I don’t care if it hurtsI wanna have controlI want a perfect bodyI want a perfect soulI want you to noticeWhen I’m not aroundSo fuckin’ specialI wish I was special