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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:45 pm
stare No on the count that Muse rocks and that song sucks...
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:46 pm
Partner, what up? Think the event is giving out way better belts.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:49 pm
*plays guitar for the singers*
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:51 pm
Rex Mason Partner, what up? Think the event is giving out way better belts. Iiiineresting. I wonder if I can just snag some off the MP for a decent price.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:52 pm
Pammy! There's a rumour that you bought me for the weekend. So, what can I do for you to make sure your money was well spent? Massages? Dinner? ring training? You name it!
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:53 pm
Rex Mason stare No on the count that Muse rocks and that song sucks... You're insane eek
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:54 pm
*steps up to the mic* Hello everyone, I'm Roy Harper.
*sings* I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line
I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line
As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line
You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide Because you're mine, I walk the line
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:56 pm
Warrior Guy Gardner Rex Mason stare No on the count that Muse rocks and that song sucks... You're insane eek Gah, wait whoops thinking of something else. Yo Roy, gimme a sound garden ... sound.
*Takes the mic*
In my eyes Indisposed In disguise As no one knows Hides the face Lies the snake The sun In my disgrace Boiling heat Summer stench neath the black The sky looks dead Call my name Through the cream And Ill hear you Scream again
Black hole sun Wont you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Wont you come Wont you come
Stuttering Cold and damp Steal the warm wind Tired friend Times are gone For honest men And sometimes Far too long For snakes In my shoes A walking sleep And my youth I pray to keep Heaven send Hell away No one sings Like you Anymore
Black hole sun Wont you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Wont you come Wont you come
Black hole sun Wont you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Wont you come Wont you come
Hang my head Drown my fear Till you all just Disappear
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:56 pm
Warrior Guy Gardner Pammy! There's a rumour that you bought me for the weekend. So, what can I do for you to make sure your money was well spent? Massages? Dinner? ring training? You name it! *Strokes chin thoughtfully.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:56 pm
*applauds all the singers*
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:56 pm
*starts a 'Freebird' chant and glides off to bed*
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:59 pm
Free bird?!? eek *looks to his singers* Well fellas?
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 9:02 pm
Rex Mason Warrior Guy Gardner Rex Mason stare No on the count that Muse rocks and that song sucks... You're insane eek Gah, wait whoops thinking of something else. Yo Roy, gimme a sound garden ... sound.
*Takes the mic*
In my eyes Indisposed In disguise As no one knows Hides the face Lies the snake The sun In my disgrace Boiling heat Summer stench neath the black The sky looks dead Call my name Through the cream And Ill hear you Scream again
Black hole sun Wont you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Wont you come Wont you come
Stuttering Cold and damp Steal the warm wind Tired friend Times are gone For honest men And sometimes Far too long For snakes In my shoes A walking sleep And my youth I pray to keep Heaven send Hell away No one sings Like you Anymore
Black hole sun Wont you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Wont you come Wont you come
Black hole sun Wont you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Wont you come Wont you come
Hang my head Drown my fear Till you all just Disappear
*Raises a cigarette lightr*
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 9:03 pm
Chris Powell *starts a 'Freebird' chant and glides off to bed* Oh, we're doing this. Roy, Guy. Guitars up and ready!
FREE BIRD!
*Makes a guitar in his hands and starts this mutha up with the nice and slow entrance we all know*
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
*Starts the awesome guitar solo working his fingers to the bone on the frets but passes it on to Guy for the rest*
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