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| My name's Kris McKinney. I'm a cool guy, I suppose, who listens to the greatest music ever and is totally open minded to other's beliefs. I respect the arts and having a good time, but also believe in seriousness and... stuff. I want to get to know you all. So hit me up. | | My name's Kris McKinney. I'm a cool guy, I suppose, founder of the Boondock Saints and resident philosopher. |
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| I also enjoy writing, which I will be writing a story for the Kris McKinney character in the Malton Chronicles sooner or later. Check back here for more information later on. In the meantime, keep it real guys.
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| Update: The Kris McKinney Malton Chronicles story has begun. -[http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/User:Kris_McKinney/The_Burning_Truth The Burning Truth]
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| - Kris | | - Kris |
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| ''Here's some song lyrics I feel like putting on here. They relate to me greatly, mostly about what's going on in my life. Enjoy reading them, and check them out sometime.''
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| '''Paper Cliche''' by Action Action
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| I want to take my head
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| And cut it open extra wide
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| Want to examine oh the thoughts that seem to circle inside
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| Electrocute my thoughts
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| Or put myself on stand-by
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| I'm so over, I'm so over you
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| Let's open up the sky
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| And let the clichés pour
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| Everything has been executed better before
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| 8-bit fantasies, I'm yesterday's technology
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| Follow the leader, jump off with me
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| The wine is dripping with the blood
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| Off my finger-tips
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| The mitochondrion are revolting,
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| Please take care of it.
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| Carnivorous cells are winning
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| Against your cancer lips
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| So come over, come over
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| Oh my god,
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| I want to tear you apart
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| I am walking but I'm still asleep
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| Oh my lord,
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| this is blasphemy
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| Wake me up before I fall too deep
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| I wish I had an original thought inside my skull
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| Everything has been done a million times before
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| My dream sequence has become my life
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| Or so it seems
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| All my friends are dead, in a perfect scene
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| Oh my god,
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| I want to tear you apart
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| I am walking but I'm still asleep
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| Oh my lord,
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| This is blasphemy
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| Wake me up before I fall too deep
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| In too deep
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| Oblivious and numb
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| In too deep
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| I want to hurt you,
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| But I just can't cut you fast enough
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| The ink is dripping,
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| And my letter has become a mess
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| I want to hate you
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| But hate is love, just reversed
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| Why do we talk about things that we loathe the most?
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| Oh my god,
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| I want to tear you apart
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| I am walking but I'm still asleep
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| Oh my lord,
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| this is blasphemy
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| Wake me up before I fall too deep
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| Oh my god,
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| I want to tear you apart
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| There is nothing in my world that can end your sleep
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| Oh my lord,
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| This is blasphemy
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| Wake me up before I fall too deep
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| '''Hate Me''' - Blue October
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| I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
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| They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
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| Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
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| Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
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| There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
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| An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
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| And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
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| And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space
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| Hate me today
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| Hate me tomorrow
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| Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
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| I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with
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| The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again
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| In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
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| While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
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| You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
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| You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
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| So I'll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind
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| And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
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| Hate me today
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| Hate me tomorrow
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| Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
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| Hate me in ways
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| Yeah ways hard to swallow
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| Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
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| And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
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| Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
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| And like a baby boy I never was a man
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| Until I saw your blue eyes crying and I held your face in my hand
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| And then I fell down yelling "make it go away!"
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| Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
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| And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"
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| Hate me today
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| Hate me tomorrow
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| Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
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| Hate me in ways
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| Yeah ways hard to swallow
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| Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
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