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Bogus Dave
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« on: Thursday, March 12, 2009, 01:55:49 »

Sending out an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
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Fred Elliot
I REST MY FUCKING CASE

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« Reply #1 on: Thursday, March 12, 2009, 09:39:27 »

Nice Dave !
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Simon Pieman
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« Reply #2 on: Thursday, March 12, 2009, 09:42:52 »

Phil Smith
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Phil Smith
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right
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Jamiesfuturewife
Cats is nature

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« Reply #3 on: Thursday, March 12, 2009, 09:48:20 »

Phil Smith
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Phil Smith
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

god thats put some hidioeus images in my mind
The bit about the tight dress particually! 
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Simon Pieman
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« Reply #4 on: Thursday, March 12, 2009, 09:59:28 »

It does actually say dress, your filthy mind obviously made it a tight one.
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Batch
Not a Batch

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« Reply #5 on: Thursday, March 12, 2009, 10:37:46 »

Fatbury's song (intended in jest, I hope Smiley )

Giant strokes are what you take
Wanking over Pook
I hope your wrist dont break
Wanking over Pook
He could wank for ever
Walking over Pook
They could live together
Wanking on, wanking on the Pook
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Mexicano Rojo

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« Reply #6 on: Thursday, March 12, 2009, 10:44:31 »

song for gordon greer

Young Ifil, the subject, of terrace hilarity
he kicks the, ball so high, it defies gravity.

he lunges, he misses, attacker through while he naps
in come the, next high cross, opposition cant believe the gaps

dont stand, dont stand so, dont stand so close to me
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« Reply #7 on: Thursday, March 12, 2009, 13:16:42 »

Every Brez you take
And every punch you make
Every net you break, every shot you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
And every Pook whose gay
Every game you play, every pass astray
I'll be watching you

Oh, Cox you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every shank you take
Every pass you make
Every leg you break
Every fist you shake, every face you make
I'll be watching you
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Nomoreheroes
The Moral Majority

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« Reply #8 on: Sunday, March 15, 2009, 11:19:07 »

'Driven To Tears' may be more apprropriate for the fanbase at the moment
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You're my incurable malady. I miss the pleasure of your company.
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