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Truly, with his thorn in your side and you don't know why Julie dips her toe in the tide and you don't know why No, she don't know why she got all dolled up for a suicide And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim, it was morning before the cheering died |
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| 10:17pm 25/06/2009 | ||||
Of having it both ways Hell is other people Some people never learn When optimism fails And my cooler head prevails I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns |
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Bred in a brothel.| You're an old slut on junk | ||||
| 03:14am 13/02/2009 | ||||
You don't get nobody, people sigh It's so bad, lasting far, but love yourself Hiding in a hole in there All the glasses are too big Bring it back, got to hold it back To let you do that yet you don't want me back Before it fall down, falling down falling down Falling out to go far from the sun In these demon days it's so cold inside So hard for a good soul to survive You can't even trust the air you breathe Cause Mother Earth wants us all to leave When lies become reality You numb yourself with drugs and TV Pick yourself up it's a brand new day So turn yourself round Don't burn yourself, turn yourself Turn yourself around into the sun In these demon days it's so cold inside So hard for a good soul to survive You can't even trust the air you breathe Cause Mother Earth wants us all to leave When lies become reality You numb yourself with drugs and TV Pick yourself up it's a brand new day So turn yourself round Don't burn yourself, turn yourself Turn yourself around into the sun To the sun, to the sun |
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| 07:49am 04/02/2009 | |||
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Call the police, cos things are getting ugly get on your feet, I want you running with me do what you like, say what you mean do what you please ahhhhh we`ll set the streets on fire and when it comes on top we`ll give it lots of aggro were giving it lots of aggro ahhhhh we`ll set the streets on fire and when it comes on top we`ll give it lots of aggro were giving it lots of aggro blood on the streets, you see the trouble happening get on your feet, you see the crowds are gathering do what you like, say what you mean do what you please ahhhhh we`ll set the streets on fire and when it comes on top we`ll give it lots of aggro were giving it lots of aggro ahhhhh we`ll set the streets on fire and when it comes on top we`ll give it lots of aggro were giving it lots of aggro ahhhhh we`ll set the streets on fire and when it comes on top we`ll give it lots of aggro were giving it lots of aggro ahhhhh we`ll set the streets on fire and when it comes on top we`ll give it lots of aggro were giving it lots of aggro |
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| 10:42pm 01/02/2009 | |||
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Now I can see by your eyes, it's time now to go So I'll leave you crying in the rain, Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy Honey my heart was not born to be tamed. And goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. |
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| 11:07pm 05/01/2009 | |||
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Man I did a... thing. It feels wrong. It feels bad. Yet it feels good. Oh. It's called a guilty pleasure. I downloaded a Blink 182 CD I used to listen to when I was 15. I'm listening to it right now and liking it. Haha it's funny how THAT is the thing that makes me think "Ken you are FUCKED UP!". All the other things I'm just cool with. |
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| 10:21pm 24/12/2008 | |||
Sometimes this music book becomes a problem because sometimes things can't be expressed in words. So here's a poor substitute.  |
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| 11:38pm 20/12/2008 | |||
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There's one thing to know about this town It's five hundred miles underground There's one thing to know about this globe It's bound and it's willing to explode There's one thing to know about this town Not a person doesn't want me underground And that's alright. |
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| 07:00am 03/11/2008 | |||
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In a western town, beneath the northern lights, where the pine trees pine for the fall of night, you believe in cards, you believe in signs and I'll be leavin' soon, but I'm here tonight. On a mountainside, well below the stars, keep your lovers eyes in mason jars and I should be scared but I feel no fear, 'cause I'll be leavin' soon, tonight I'm here. [Chorus] And even if you are the one, and even if the cards are all true, when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? Well the Southern P. moved her family down. Then along came me to her sleepy town. I don't believe in cards, I don't believe in signs, but I'll be leavin' soon. I'm here tonight. And even if you are the one, and even if I tried to be true, when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? In a western town, beneath the northern lights, where the pine trees pine for the fall of night, don't believe in me, did I make that clear? 'cause I'll be long gone soon, tonight I'm here. And even if you were the one, I didn't wanna walk out on you, but when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? |
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| 03:43pm 23/10/2008 | ||||
I'd like to drink some wine I'd like to wake up numb like all my friends There's a road to where I came from it gets longer all the time There's a road to where I'm going, never ends. |
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| 03:44pm 14/10/2008 | ||||
And give it time we'll find it strange to be alone |
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She's So Cold| Sometimes it's cool to set yourself on repeat. Just don't expect different results. | |||
| 11:17pm 21/09/2008 | |||
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Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the room is crowded, there's people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late, You'd like some some company, Well I've had two, I look at you, and you look back at me, The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free, And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music's fading out Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you. |
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| 10:21pm 09/07/2008 | |||
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I tried to synchronize myself with the year before just to see if I could do it. 0:17/4:35 I realized what I terrible idea that is to do. Some trees will bend and some will fall |
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| 11:25am 05/06/2008 | |||
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They say I need some Rogaine To put in my hair Work it out at the gym To fit my underwear Oakley makes the shades That transform a tool You'd hate Ffor the kids to think That you lost your cool I'mma do the things That I wanna do I ain't got a thing To prove to you I'll eat my candy With the pork and beans Excuse my manners If I make a scene I ain't gonna wear The clothes that you like I'm finally dandy With the me inside One look in the mirror And I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot About what you think Everyone likes to dance To a happy song (Hey, hey) With a catchy chorus and beat So they can sing along (Hey, hey) Timbaland knows the way To reach the top of the charts Maybe if I work with him I can perfect the art I'mma do the things That I wanna do I ain't got a thing To prove to you I'll eat my candy With the pork and beans Excuse my manners If I make a scene I ain't gonna wear The clothes that you like I'm finally dandy With the me inside One look in the mirror And I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot About what you think No I don't care I don't care |
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| 07:20am 13/03/2008 | |||
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I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me And if we go someplace to dance, I know that theres a chance You wont be leaving with me And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like I love you I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies You heard the night before And though its just a line to you, for me its true It never seemed so right before I practice every day to find some clever lines to say To make the meaning come through But then I think Ill wait until the evening gets late And I'm alone with you The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red And oh the nights so blue And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like I love you |
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| 03:53pm 26/11/2007 | |||
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My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives He carries them all over the town at least he tries Oh look it stopped snowing My best friend's from Poland and um, he has a beard But they caught him with his case in a public place That is what we had feared He severed segments secretly, you like that? He always had the time to speak with me I liked him for that He severed segments so secretly, you like that He always took the time He always took the time C'mon now pussycat My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives He carries them all over the town at least he tries Oh look it stopped snowing My best friend's from Poland and um, he has a beard But they caught him with his case in a public place That is what we had feared He severed segments secretly you like that He always had the time to speak with me I liked him for that He severed segments so secretly, you like that He was growing on me He was growing on me |
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| 08:59pm 13/11/2007 | |||
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To answer the question It'll probably take more If you're already there Well, you probably don't know Well, we were the people That we wanted to know And we're the places that we wanted to go It's hard to get hold of And hard to let go Always something we'd looked for From the day we were born Instead we're the people that we wanted to know And we're the places that we wanted to go And we're the places that we wanted to go And we're the places that we wanted to go And we're the places that we wanted to go Always asking a question And I don't want to know Like the wind across strings That had finally let go And the people you loved But you didn't quite know And they're the places that you wanted to go Bark at the neighbors And then bark at the door He's sniffling and whimpering For someone to know But we were the people that we wanted to know And we're the places that we wanted go Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go It was not the intention But we let it all go Well, it messed up the function And sure fucked up the flow I hardly have people that I needed to know Because you're the people that I wanted to know All this scrambling around Hunting high and then low Looking for a face, love Or somewhere to go I hardly have places that I need to go Because you’re the places that I wanted to go Yeah, you're the places that we wanted to go Yeah, you're the places that we wanted to go You're the people that we wanted to know Shouldn't have to ask You shouldn't have to ask Because we are ripcord |
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| 01:54am 06/11/2007 | |||
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You walk alone in the valley of life in the shadow of love under the trees of happiness You walk alone like a baby unborn like a father unknown like a pocket penniless I'm happy that you really care but do you really know how scary this is for you and is for me? oh do you you really know? do you really know? oh.. Natasha All I can do is write a song for you Natasha For you i sit alone on the cozy ground floor on a bench by the garden waiting also waiting for love and thinking of all of the catty remarks I also swallow And as i've often asked before does anyobody know how scary this is for you and is for me? does anybody know? anybody know? Natasha All I can do is write a song for you Natasha All I can do is write a song for you Natasha |
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| 10:14pm 04/10/2007 | |||
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I hope that you like it in your little motel And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and Thats why its nice to be by yourself Cause thats what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for, aren't I? That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for darlin' We treat mishaps like sinking ships and I know that I don't want to be out to drift Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and They both tell me that we're better than this Cause thats what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for, aren't I? That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for darlin' We trade tit for tat like that for this And I don't think that there was an insult that was missed I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and I'm very sorry Cause thats what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for, aren't I? That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for That's what I'm waiting for darlin' It rained and its over a shooting star Landed directly on our broke down little car We fold and we had made a wish That we would be missed If one another just did not exist Cause thats what we're waiting for That's what we're waiting for That's what we're waiting on, aren't we? That's what we're waiting for That's what we're waiting for That's what we're waiting for darlin' |
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| 12:35pm 29/09/2007 | |||
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Like a cloud his fingers explode On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows His hearts in a bowl behind the bank And every evening when he get home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold It's just a dream he keeps having And it doesnt seem to mean anything And it doesnt seem to mean anything One summer, a suicide Another autumn, a travelers guide He hits snooze twice before he dies And every evening when he get home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold It's just a dream he keeps having And it doesnt seem to mean anything It's just a dream he keeps having He feels lucky to have you here In his kitchen, in your chair Sometimes he forgets that youre even there It's just a dream he keeps having And it doesnt seem to mean anything It's just a dream he keeps having It's just a dream And it doesnt seem to mean anything |
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