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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:10:18 GMT 10
Dawn:
Where do we go from here
Buffy & Spike:
Where do we go from here
Giles:
The battle's done,
And we kinda won.
Giles & Tara:
So we sound our victory cheer.
Where do we go from here.
All:
Why is the path unclear,
When we know home is near.
Understand we'll go hand in hand,
But we'll walk alone in fear. (Tell me)
Tell me where do we go from here.
When does the end appear,
Spike: (spoken)
Bugger this.
All:
When do the trumpets cheer.
The curtain's close, on a kiss god knows,
We can tell the end is near...
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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:11:44 GMT 10
Buffy:
Life’s a show,
And we all play our parts,
And when the music starts,
We open up our hearts.
Its alright if something’s come out wrong,
We’ll sing a happy song,
And you can sing along.
Where there’s life, there hope
Every days a gift,
Wishes can come true,
Whistle while you work,
So hard all day…
To be like other girls,
To fit in, in this glittering world.
Don’t give me songs,
Don’t give me songs.
Give me something to sing about.
Anya and Tara:
Ah ah ah ahhhhhh
Buffy:
I need something to sing about….
Anya and Tara:
Ah ah ah ahhhhhh
Buffy:
Life’s a song,
You don’t get to rehearse,
And every single verse,
Can make it that mush worse.
Still my friends,
Don’t know why I ignore…
The million things or more,
I should be dancing for.
All the joy,
Life ends.
Family and friends
All the twists and bends,
Knowing that it ends.
Well that depends….
On if they let you go,
On if they know enough to know,
that when u vow,
You leave the crowd.
There was no pain.
No fear,
No doubt,
Till they pulled me out,
Of heaven.
So that’s my refrain,
I live in hell,
Cause I’ve been expelled from heaven.
I think I was in heaven
So give me something to sing about,
Please, give me something…
Spike:
Life’s not a song,
Life isn’t bliss
Life is just this,
It’s living.
You’ll get along,
The pain that you feel
Only can heal,
By living.
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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:12:56 GMT 10
BUFFY Every single night The same arrangement I go out and fight the fight Still, I always feel the strange estrangement Nothing here is real Nothing here is right I've been making shows of trading blows Just hoping no one knows That I've been going through the motions Walking through the part Nothing seems to penetrate my heart I was always brave and kind of righteous Now I find I'm wavering Crawl out of your grave You find this fight just doesn't mean a thing
VAMP She ain't got that swing
BUFFY Thanks for noticing
DEMON AND VAMPS She does pretty well with fiends from hell But lately, we can tell That she's just going through the motions (Going through the motions) Faking it somehow
DEMON She's not even half the girl she - ow.
BUFFY Will I stay this way forever? Sleepwalk through my life's endeavor?
HANDSOME YOUNG VICTIN MAN How can I repay - -
BUFFY - Whatever. I don't want to be Going through the motions Losing all my drive I can't even see If this is really me And I just want to be Alive!
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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:13:51 GMT 10
I touch the fire and it freezes me I look into it and its black Why can't i feel My skin should crack and peel I want the fire back
Now through the smoke she calls to me To make my way across the flame To save the day Or maybe melt away I guess its all the same
So I will walk through the fire 'Cos where else can i turn And i will walk through the fire And let it..
The torch i bear is scorching me Buffy's laughin i no doubt I hope she fries I'm free if that b!tch dies I better help her out
'cuz she is drawn to the fire some people will never learnshe will never learn and she will walk through the fire and let it...
Will this do a thing to change her Am i leaving Dawn in danger Is my slayer to far gone to care What if Buffy can't defeat it Beady eyes is right were needed Or we could just sit around and glare We'll see it through it what we're always here to do So we will walk through the fire..
So one by one they turn from me I guess my friends can't face the cold (What can't we face) But why I froze...not one among them knows And never can be told.
She came from the grave much graver First he'll kill her then I'll save her Everything is turning out so dark (Going through the motions) No, I'll save her then I'll kill her I think this line's mostly filler What its gonna take to strike the spark. These endless days are finally ending in a blaze and we are Caught in the fire The point of no return So we will walk through the fire and let it Burn let it Burn let it Burn...Showtime!
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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:15:30 GMT 10
GILES I've got a theory That it's a demon A dancing demon Nuh, something isn't right there
WILLOW I've got a theory Some kid is dreaming And we're all stuck inside His wacky Broadway nightmare
XANDER I've got a theory We should work this out
ALL It's getting eerie What's this cheery... Singing all about?
XANDER It could be witches Some evil witches Which is ridiculous 'Cause witches they were persecuted Wicca good, and love the Earth And woman power And I'll be over here
ANYA I've got a theory It could be bunnies...
TARA I've got a--
ANYA: Bunnie aren't just cute like everybody supposes They got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses And what's with all the carrots What do they need such good eyesight for anyways? Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be bunnies! Or maybe midgets...
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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:17:06 GMT 10
I’ve got a theory We should work this fast Because it clearly Could get serious Before it's passed
I’ve got a theory It doesn't matter What can't we face if we're together? What's in this place that we can't weather? Apocalypse We've all been there The same old trips Why should we care?
What can't we do if we get in it? We'll work it through within a minute We have to try We'll pay the price It's do or die Hey, I’ve died twice
What can't we face What can't we face? If we're together? What's in this place That we can't weather? We're together There's nothing we can't face Except for bunnies
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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:19:47 GMT 10
(Sweet) Why d'you run away? Don't you like my style? Why don't you come and play? I guarantee a great big smile
I come from the imagination And I'm here strictly bye your invocation So what do you say? Why don't we dance a while?
I'm the how to swing I'm the twist and shout When you gotta sing, When you gotta let it out
You call me and I come runnin' I turn the music on I bring the fun in Now we're partying That's what it's all about
'Cause I know what you feel girl I know just what you feel girl
(Dawn speaking) So you're like a good demon? Bringing the fun in?
(Sweet) All these melodies they go on too long Then that energy starts to come on Way too strong
All those hearts lay open that must sting Plus some customers just starts combusting That's the penalty When life is but a song
You brought me down and doomed this town So when we blow this scene Back we will go to my kingdom below And you will be my queen
'Cause I know what you feel girl
(Dawn) No you see, you and me, wouldn't be very regal
(Sweet) I'll make it real, girl
(Dawn) What I mean, I'm fifteen, so this queen thing's illegal
(Sweet) I can bring whole cities to ruin And still have time to get a soft shoe in
(Dawn) No that's great, but I'm late, and I'd hate to delay her
(Sweet) Something's cookin' I'm at the griddle I bought Nero his very first fiddle
(Dawn) She'll get pissed, if I missed, see my sister's the Slayer
(Sweet speaking) The Slayer?
(Dawn) Eee...yuh-huh
(Sweet speaking to his minions) Find her. Tell her....tell her everything, just get her here. I wanna see the Slayer burn... (singing) Now we're partying That's what it's all about
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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:20:49 GMT 10
What a lot of fun, Ya guys have been real swell, And there's not a one who can say this ended well, All those secret's you've been consealin, Say you're happy now, Once More With Feelin, Now i gotta run, See you all in hell
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Post by emerald on Jun 26, 2009 11:28:31 GMT 10
i'm cool i got lots of song lyrics lol
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Post by silverfang91 on Jul 22, 2009 8:25:06 GMT 10
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FRom Yugioh abridged nyeh
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