#2552

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[renderman2026]

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[my-chaos-radio]

Release: April 11, 1994

Lyrics:

My papa told me to stay out of trouble

When you've found your man make sure he's for real

I've learned that nothing really lasts forever

I sleep with the scars I wear that won't heal

They won't heal

'Cause every time I seem to fall in love

Crash! Boom! Bang!

I find the heart but then I hit the wall

Crash! Boom! Bang!

That's the call, that's the game and the pain stays the same

I'm walking down this empty road to nowhere

I pass by the houses and blocks I once knew

My mama told me not to mess with sorrow (Sorrow)

But I always did and lord I still do

I'm still breaking the rules

I kick it up

I kick it down

'Cause every time I seem to fall in love

Crash! Boom! Bang!

I find the heart but then I hit the wall

Crash! Boom! Bang!

That's my real middle name

It has always been the same

That's the call, that's the game, and the pain stays the same

I still feel the heat (Slowly fallin' from the sky)

And the taste of the kissing

Shattered by rain (Comin' tumblin' from behind)

And the wild holy war

I kick it up

I kick it down

And every time I seem to fall in love

Crash! Boom! Bang!

I find the roses dying on the floor

Crash! Boom! Bang!

That's the call, that's the game, and the pain stays the same

That's my real middle name

It has always been the same

Songwriter: Per Hakan Gessle

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Been the same, been the same

It has always been the same

It's always been the same

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Homepage:

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[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Can you please draw Bowser?👉👈

It's Ok if you don't want to

Sketch a Day 2551- Bowser Ask- 12/21/22

First time drawing Bower. Came out all-right

[harveyphotography]

Sarebbe così bello se un giorno qualcuno al posto di “Ti va un caffè?” Mi dicesse…”Ti va un tramonto al mare?”

[albertxylin]

Golden Discoveries

It's amazing what you miss without comparison. How a city becomes a home, Comfortable and familiar but not at all exciting. It is just home. That is all it needs to be.

A guest arrives, And compliments the furniture. They are fascinated by the quirks I have grown to love. I have forgotten that they are not standard with every house. Of course this is the shape a city should take. How else would it be a city? How else could it be my city?

After they leave, I continue staring at my home. I pick up an antique and hold it up to the light. I gently turn it around and inspect the dust. It still shines.

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