ImperialOrange
Living Legend
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and it became painfully obvious Syracuse will in fact win today because
Nassib... He knows he's deceived you, now here's a suprise. He knows that he has but there's magic in his eyes... he can throw for miles and miles and miles and miles, oh yeah!
Bailey... ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzers and bells, don't see no lights a flashin' he plays by sense of smell. Always gets the replay, never seen him fall, Antwon ****ing Bailey, sure plays a mean pinball.
Marrone... He'll tip his hat to the new constitution, take a bow for the new revolution, smile and grin at the change all around him. Pick up his guitar and play, just like yesterday,and we'll get on our knees and pray. We don't get fooled again
Marinovich... No one knows what it's like to be the bad man to be the sad man behind blue eyes (mustache?) No one knows what it's like to be hated, to be fated to telling only lies
But his dreams, they aren't as empty as his conscience seems to be. He has hours, only lonely, his love is vengeance, that's never free
and finally USC... C'mon, c'mon who? Oh, Who the f*** are you?!
Nassib... He knows he's deceived you, now here's a suprise. He knows that he has but there's magic in his eyes... he can throw for miles and miles and miles and miles, oh yeah!
Bailey... ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzers and bells, don't see no lights a flashin' he plays by sense of smell. Always gets the replay, never seen him fall, Antwon ****ing Bailey, sure plays a mean pinball.
Marrone... He'll tip his hat to the new constitution, take a bow for the new revolution, smile and grin at the change all around him. Pick up his guitar and play, just like yesterday,and we'll get on our knees and pray. We don't get fooled again
Marinovich... No one knows what it's like to be the bad man to be the sad man behind blue eyes (mustache?) No one knows what it's like to be hated, to be fated to telling only lies
But his dreams, they aren't as empty as his conscience seems to be. He has hours, only lonely, his love is vengeance, that's never free
and finally USC... C'mon, c'mon who? Oh, Who the f*** are you?!
