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Oct 12th Lyrics to fit your mood to the 10000th Don't tell me that you don't like,
Anything about me I've seen in your eyes that look, You think that I don't notice Don't hide what you feel inside Maybe I can feel the same What to do it's up to you So maybe you should try again Or maybe you'll just fade away Betcha neva betcha neva Betcha neva thought we'd get this far Betcha neva never ever Betcha neva thought you'd touch my heart Betcha neva betcha neva Betcha neva thought that I'd surrender Betcha neva thought that you would ever get with me I betcha neva thought of that Don't you be afraid to try, 'Cos you don't even know me Why can't you read between the lines, You know how it should be Don't hide what you feel inside, Maybe I could feel the same What to do, up to you Or maybe you should try again Or maybe you'll just fade away No More Haters on the Internet. |
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The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my lips as if I might cry. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe. Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave. Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. Quiver in my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away." I hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Now I'm far behind. You've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my lip as if I might cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?" Do I need someone here to scold me or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor pulling downward. For it is such a long time since my better days. I say my prayers nightly this will pass away. The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?" I shiver, quiver, and try to wake. This one's for you. | |
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My mom and dad are always fighting
And it's getting very unexciting To get a good job You need a proper schooling Now who the hell Do ya think you're fooling But it's not my place oh no No it's not my place no no No it's not my not my not my place In the 9 to 5 world And it's not my place In the 9 to 5 world And it's not my place with 9 to 5 girl It's not my place In the 9 to 5 world Hangin' out with Lester Bangs you all And Phil Spector really has it all Uncle Floyd shows on the T.V. Jack Nicholson, Clint Eastwood, 10cc But it's not my place Don't wanna be a working stiff Lose my identity 'Cause when it comes To working 9 to 5 There ain't not place for me Ain't my reality to me Vin Scelsa's on the radio Ramones are hangin' out in Kokomo Roger Corman's on a talk show With Allan Arkush and Stephen King You know But it's not my place | |
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You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways You play forgiveness Watch it now Here he comes He doesnt look a thing like Jesus But he talks like a gentleman Like you imagined When you were young Can we climb this mountain I dont know Higher now than ever before I know we can make it if we take it slow Let's take it easy Easy now Watch it go We're burning down the highway skyline On the back of a hurricane That started turning When you were young When you were young And sometimes you close your eyes And see the place where you used to live When you were young They say the devil's water It ain't so sweet You dont have to drink right now But you can dip your feet Every once in a little while You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways You play forgiveness Watch it now Here he comes He doesnt look a thing like Jesus But he talks like a gentleman Like you imagined When you were young (talks like a gentleman) (like you imagined) When you were young I said he doesnt look a thing like Jesus He doesnt look a thing like Jesus But more than you'll ever know | |
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