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I died
So many years ago
But you can make me feel
Like it isn't so
And why you come to be with me
I think I finally know
mmm-mmm

You're scared
Ashamed of what you feel
And you can't tell the ones you love
You know they couldn't deal
Whisper in a dead man's ear
It doesn't make it real
That's great

But I don't wanna play
'Cause being with you touches me
More than I can say
And since IÂ’m only dead to you
IÂ’m saying stay away and
Let me rest in peace

Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole 6-foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my, sweet release
So let me rest in peace

You know,
You got a willing slave
And You just love to play the thought
That you might misbehave
But Till you do,
I'm telling you
Stop visiting my grave
Let me rest in peace

I know I should go
But I follow you like a man possessed
There's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
If my heart could beat, it would break my chest
but I can see you're unimpressed
So leave me be and

Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
Im a hole 6-foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release
Let me rest in peace
Why won't you
Let me rest in peace?

Spike: Sometimes I envy you so much it chokes me. And sometimes I think I got the better deal. To be that close to her and not have her. To be all alone even when you're holding her. Feeling her, feeling her beneath you. Surrounding you. The scent... No, you got the better deal.

Spike: I had a speech ... I learned it all ... Oh god, she won't understand, she won't understand ...

The First [as Warren]: Of course she won't understand, Sparky. I'm beyond her understanding. She's a girl! With sugar, and spice, and everything ... useless.
Unless you're baking. I'm more than that. More than flesh.

The First [as Glory]: More than blood. I'm ... you know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me. Oh, my name will be on everyone's lips. Assuming their lips haven't been torn off. But not just yet. That's all right, though.

The First [as Adam]: I can be patient. Everything is well within parameters. She's exactly where I want her to be. And so are you, Number 17. You're right where you belong.

The First [as Mayor Wilkins]: So, what'd you think? You'd get your soul back, and everything'd be jim-dandy? A soul's slippier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine? Well, you probably thought that you'd be your own man. And I respect that. But you ...

The First [as Drusilla]: ... never will. You'll always be mine. You'll always be in the dark with me ... singing our little song. You like our little songs, don't you? You've always liked them. Right from the beginning. And that's where we're going, ...

The First [as the Master]: ... right back to the beginning! Not the bang. Not the word. The true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride, and I think we're all going to learn something about ourselves in the process. You'll learn you're a pathetic schmuck, if it hasn't sunk in already. Look at you, trying to do what's right. Just like her. You still don't get it. It's not about right. Not about wrong.

The First [as Buffy]: It's about power.

I watch you on the
tv every week
I wanna buy your cd cause
your voice just makes me weep
I love your coat, your hair,
your throath,
the way you smoke
and random joke
Seeing Spike is like a
little death
with every breath
i don't take

Please Mr. Marsters
give me your number
Please Mr. Marsters
tell me your sign
Please just say you'll
make it go away
I've been thinking about
what if you were mine...

I keep collecting
newer Buffy-stuff
and even with the reruns
I can never get enough
With SMG and David B.
and Nick and pretty Aly
And of course Joss the Boss
who always writes the sex
and fights and bangers

Please Mr. Marsters
give me your number
Please Mr. Marsters
knock on my door
I can't believe you
when I can't see you
I just keep wanting MORE,
MORE, MORE...

More naked Spike
More angry fights
More pretty songs
Less right, more wrong
More evil schemes
More sexy dreams
Lets have a Buffy-marathon
More candellight
More look, more touch
cause you can never have
too much SPIKE...

I love your coat,
your hair, your throath,
the way you smoke
and random joke
Seeing Spike is like a
little death
with every breath
I don't take

Please Mr. Marsters
give me your number
Please Mr. Marsters
tell me your sign
Please just say you'll
make it go away
I've been thinking about
what if you were mine...

Please Mr. Marsters
give me your number
Please Mr. Marsters
knock on my door
I can't believe you
when I can't see you
I just keep wanting MORE,
MORE, MORE...

Wanna hear it... Go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Twq7R9zlmCo :D (nyt toimii taas )

Buffy and Angel are talking about Buffys relationship with Spike

A: Are you in love with him? Okey, mayby I am out of line. This is kind of a curveball for me... We are talking about Spike here.

B: It's different... He is different... He has a soul now.

A: Oh, well...

B: What?

A: That's great. Everyone's got a soul now...

B: He'll make a difference.

A: You know, I started it. The whole having a soul...
Before it was all the cool new thing.

B: Oh my God, are you twelve?!

A: I'm getting a brushoff for Captain Peroxide.
Doesn't nessiceraly bring out the campion in me.

B: You're not getting the brushoff... Are you just gonna come here and go
all Dawson on me everytime I have a boyfriend?!

A: Aha! Boyfriend!

B: He's not. But... He is in my heart.

A: That'll end well...

B: What was the highlight of our relationship?
When you broke up with me or when I killed you?

B-E-A-utiful :DD

BUFFY: Alone at last.
XANDER: Buff, give me a heart attack!
BUFFY: Oh, I'm gonna give you more than that.
XANDER: Buff, for the love of God, don't open that raincoat.
BUFFY: Come on! It's a party! Aren't you gonna open your present?

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