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		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1088</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
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		<updated>2015-09-07T06:15:54Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;67.230.128.12: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like how all the seasons keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Spring is breathing life into the trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s over and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like how all the seasons keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Spring is breathing life into the trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole universe can&amp;#039;t house my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1087</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1087"/>
		<updated>2015-09-06T02:49:54Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;67.230.128.12: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something that holds you back?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the world&amp;#039;s coming under attack&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like how the seasons keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Spring is breathing life into the trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like newborn deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s over and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who was there when the gods rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now I&amp;#039;m diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The universe can&amp;#039;t house my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the summer bloom that dies in autumn&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>67.230.128.12</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1086</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1086"/>
		<updated>2015-09-06T02:49:30Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;67.230.128.12: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something that holds you back?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the world&amp;#039;s coming under attack&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like how the seasons keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Spring is breathing life into the trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like newborn deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s over and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who was there when the gods rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now I&amp;#039;m diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The universe can&amp;#039;t house my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the summer bloom that dies in autumn&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>67.230.128.12</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1085</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1085"/>
		<updated>2015-09-06T02:32:53Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;67.230.128.12: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something that holds you back?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the world&amp;#039;s coming under attack&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s over and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who was there when the gods rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now I&amp;#039;m diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hot hot hot&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The weeping stars are throwing down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>67.230.128.12</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1084</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1084"/>
		<updated>2015-09-05T19:29:19Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;67.230.128.12: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something that holds you back?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the world&amp;#039;s coming under attack&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s over and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Has this all been a twist of fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Long ago, when we&amp;#039;d shout for joy as the stars sang together&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now I&amp;#039;m diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hot hot hot&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The weeping stars are throwing down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1083</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
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		<updated>2015-09-05T19:10:51Z</updated>

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&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something that holds you back?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the world&amp;#039;s coming under attack&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s over and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think this would be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Could I have found a way to change my fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Was I there, did I shout for joy as the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now I&amp;#039;m diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hot hot hot&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The weeping stars are throwing down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=All_of_Western_Literature_and_Thermodynamics:_a_Symphonic_Philosophical_Analysis&amp;diff=1082</id>
		<title>All of Western Literature and Thermodynamics: a Symphonic Philosophical Analysis</title>
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		<updated>2015-09-05T18:16:17Z</updated>

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&lt;div&gt;* [[Abstract]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Cop_Army|Cop Army]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[The_Ol&amp;#039;_Light-Bringer|The Ol&amp;#039; Light-Bringer]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot|We Could Be Gods]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Heart_o&amp;#039;_Darkness|Heart o&amp;#039; Darkness]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Heat_Death|Heat Death]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[New_Life|New Life]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[The_Great_Santa|The Great Santa]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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