When Mother knows best

For you have set before you life and death, blessing and curse; therefore choose life.

For a mere 1000 credits a month, we guarantee death, isn't fast forward but a slow fade. Each sense closes down so if you're a screaming, you're a dreaming.

Feel pain, we don't gain.

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When you can buy, why die!

Lose the match and pocket the stake

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And he stepped out into the world.

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The third son now went travelling to make his fortune. Tom being more street wise was kind to old hags, trapped dragons and trees. At the castle of the dark Lord, the killer of worlds, he called on them for help. 

He won?

Get real, he died drowned in blood, life ain't a fairy tale.

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Whose time has gone

Mark often looked up to the window hoping to catch his Brother smiling, and wondering why Ross wouldn’t come out when he waved. 

Ross avoided the window if he could but sometimes lost in thought he would find himself looking down, remembering the good times with Mark before the accident

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The last man's stand isn't the ending

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Dads and Sons

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'You look like a girl, get your hair
cut. And turn that row down.'

'But dad, it’s Fairport Convention.'

Brian swore he would chill with his kids

And the years did past

'You look like a toilet brush with that haircut. And turn that
bloody row off.'

'But dad you have to play Dubstep loud.'