That went well.
And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
Hath turned his balls to gun-stones, and his soul
Shall stand sore chargèd for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them;
Once more unto the breach...
Old men forget; yea, all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words...
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
You can never go back
You can never go back
Those days are gone
You got to move on
You can't live in the past
No harm, he's armed
Setting off all your alarms
When I find out
I hope it's you who set this trap
Down the street you can hear her scream
'You're a disgrace'
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
I take the city in the dead of night
I'm burnin' gas until I feel all right
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Everyone's relieved to see these guys, right?
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game.
I'd love to refer to where the Rays play as the "Tropic Thunderdome", except that would imply it was actually cool in some way...
Insert reference from 'The Wire' here...
I'm seein' double here! Four Krustys!
Just two years ago, the Los Angeles Angels won 98 games, more than any other team in the American League.
This year? Well...
When it starts to fall apart
Man, it really falls apart
