[So guess what Chrono's cursed with? As he switches on his post, he takes a deep breath, and...starts to sing. Not all that well, so normally he wouldn't bother the City with it, but--hey, he can't help it today.]
I'm not always like this
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what the hell?
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1. Entirely misplaced guilt.
2. A great deal of stress related to recent curses.
3. Having poor anger management skills.
4. Being played like a fiddle.
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Stitch up your lips with pins and please
Never, never tell my secrets
We are the ones without disease
But medicine is still much needed
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2.One
3. Joker and the Thief
4. Nobody's Hero
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I’m amazed how things can change.
How the real world can chase our dreams away.
How did you give up so easily?
'Cause I’d rather make them bury me... so let's
Runaway from everything you hate,
Runaway to everything you've wanted
Take my hand, let's get famous.
We'll runaway from everything you've fought
Runaway to everything you've loved
Take my hand, let's get famous
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2. Blues harp (as in harmonica)
3. Guitar
4. Theremin
5. Drums
6. Saxophone (sexyphone!)
7. Synthesizer
That's because it's not. It's a synthesizer. I think I love them even more than organs or theremins.
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Domo arigato Mr. Roboto
...Did I just sing in Japanese?
I do like saxophones, though. And organs. But I think some people have voices that are even more beautiful than an instrument.
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Random Songs From the Eighties
1. Whip it Good
2.She Blinded me with Science
3. Should I Stay or Should I Go
4. Mr. Roboto
Synthesizers are electronic instruments that can sound like just about anything you want them to sound like.
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Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Oh...tainted love
Tainted love
Wow, really? I guess that's darb, to be able to have one instrument that can do all that.
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^_^
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Can't stop, won't stop praying for desire
Like the bunny on the screen feel so energized
Old shell gone without a trace, new face
No more shortness of breath, new pace
That doesn't even make sense.
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Those lyrics. *snicker*
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You spin me right round baby, right round
Like a record player right round round round
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