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  • Daruma
    Confirmed User
    • Nov 2002
    • 3494

    #1

    We're damaged people

    We're damaged people
    Drawn together
    By subtleties that we are not aware of
    Disturbed souls
    Playing out forever
    These games that we once thought we would be scared of

    When you're in my arms
    The world makes sense
    There is no pretense
    And you're crying
    When you're by my side
    There is no defense
    I forget to sense
    I'm dying

    We're damaged people
    Praying for something
    That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us
    Depraved souls
    Trusting in the one thing
    The one thing that this life has not denied us

    When I feel the warmth
    Of your very soul
    Damaged People Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com
    I forget I'm cold
    And crying
    When your lips touch mine
    And I lose control
    I forget I'm old
    And dying

    RIP TD
  • RAM
    They're all hookers, but mom!
    • Jan 2001
    • 7047

    #2
    when you drink are you more damaged...
    RAM



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    • GrouchyAdmin
      Now choke yourself!
      • Apr 2006
      • 12085

      #3
      Anxiously awaiting "Do you post really obnoxious drivel while drunk?" thread.

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      • Daruma
        Confirmed User
        • Nov 2002
        • 3494

        #4
        Originally posted by RAM
        when you drink are you more damaged...
        absolutely..
        Brain damage is a common and potentially severe consequence of long-term, heavy alcohol consumption. Even mild-to-moderate drinking can adversely affect cognitive functioning.

        RIP TD

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        • bobby666
          boots are my religion
          • Nov 2005
          • 21765

          #5
          don't drink and post

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          • Daruma
            Confirmed User
            • Nov 2002
            • 3494

            #6
            Originally posted by bobby666
            don't drink and post
            I do only by gun-point hahahahahahaha

            RIP TD

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            • 2012
              So Fucking What
              • Jul 2006
              • 17189

              #7
              nah

              Originally posted by Daruma
              We're damaged people
              Drawn together
              By subtleties that we are not aware of
              Disturbed souls
              Playing out forever
              These games that we once thought we would be scared of

              When you're in my arms
              The world makes sense
              There is no pretense
              And you're crying
              When you're by my side
              There is no defense
              I forget to sense
              I'm dying

              We're damaged people
              Praying for something
              That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us
              Depraved souls
              Trusting in the one thing
              The one thing that this life has not denied us

              When I feel the warmth
              Of your very soul
              Damaged People Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com
              I forget I'm cold
              And crying
              When your lips touch mine
              And I lose control
              I forget I'm old
              And dying
              Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks
              Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo
              Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up?
              (Big Punisher) Stick around
              (Cuban Link)
              Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour
              Like my man Tony Montana
              Stand and pose in front of cameras
              With my golden silk pajamas on
              Smoking havanas, drinking Don P
              Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I'm in the Diamante
              Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionare
              Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
              Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins
              Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense
              I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York
              Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts
              I'm the latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
              Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino
              Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters
              I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics
              Sitting on top of the world like the sun
              A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun
              (Big Punisher) Chorus:
              It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
              Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
              Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
              And get ready for the glamour life
              (Triple Seis)
              Ripped off from the Infiniti
              Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity
              Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
              All eyes I be, on the quest for loot
              Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker
              Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha
              Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun
              (Big Punisher: Get the motherfucking gun)
              Since ??? become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's
              Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
              Bullets of breeze at light speed
              Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds
              Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
              Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys
              Please, no remorse for your two face
              Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase
              You about to take who's place? Not Seis...
              Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace
              (Big Punisher) The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
              (Big Punisher) Chorus
              (Fat Joe)
              Yo, I'ts the motherfucking Don Cartagena
              The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
              Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira
              Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
              Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit
              My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
              Hollow tips an', cop killers with the ???
              Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
              Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke
              Always broke with your lazy ways
              Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex
              In the back seat, having rough sex
              I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit
              Think twice, I give Christ your kids
              I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning
              I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
              Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
              We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity
              (Big Punisher) Chorus
              (Armaggedon)
              Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
              Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
              Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went
              Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium
              She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
              500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian
              8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium
              Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
              It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia
              Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke
              Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
              The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'
              Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans
              Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance
              Currency's gonna murder me... It's never enough
              Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff
              Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us....
              (Big Punisher) My life...my life...
              CHORUS
              (Big Punisher)
              The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
              I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right
              Enough for looking at grave, It's paying back tonight
              Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light
              The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit
              Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live
              I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother
              Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer
              The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
              Mini-mize, send them to Christ in the after life
              Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it
              Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit
              Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
              It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life
              Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life
              Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch
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              • yahoo-xxx-girls.com
                Confirmed User
                • Jul 2006
                • 3143

                #8
                I can feel people's IQ going down !

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                sig too big

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                • seeric
                  ..........
                  • Aug 2004
                  • 41917

                  #9
                  we normal yo.

                  dope shit.

                  life is lyrical.

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