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If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
I would tell you that sometimes it’s easier to desire and pursue the attention and admiration of 100 strangers than it is to accept the love and loyalty of those closest to me And I would tell you that sometimes I prefer to look at myself through someone else’s eyes Eyes that aren’t clouded with the tears of knowing what an asshole I can be, as yours are. If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I might be able to listen in silence to your concerns rather than hearing everything as an accusation or an indictment against me I would tell you that sometimes I use sex to avoid communication it’s the best escape when we’re down on our luck But I can express more emotions than laughter, anger, and let’s fuck If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I would tell you that I pooped in my own dog dish And sometimes I would rather face not eating than face licking it clean And admitting when I’m selfish And I’d tell you that I’m suffering from the worst type of loneliness The loneliness of being misunderstood, or more poignantly the loneliness of being afraid to allow myself to be understood If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I would tell you that the personal revolution is far more difficult and is the first step in any revolution If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I would tell you that music is the expression of emotion And that politics is merely the decoy of perception. Studies have shown the ass crack of the average Prince fan to be abnormally large. This explains the ease and frequency of their panties bunching up in it. |
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I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man? These sensations barely interest me for another day, I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away. It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand, On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land, Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now, I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow. What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again, I'm watching you, I'm watching her, I'll take no pity from your friends, Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now, Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know, Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know, Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know, I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling, I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling. Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling. | |
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Xtina, "Fighter":
When I, thought I knew you Thinking, that you were true I guess I, I couldn't trust 'Cause your bluff time is up 'Cause I've had enough You were, there by my side Always, down for the ride But your, joy ride just came down in flames 'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm After all of the stealing and cheating You probably think that I hold resentment for you But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through So I wanna say thank you 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter Oh, ohh Never, saw it coming All of, your backstabbing Just so, you could cash in On a good thing before I realized your game I heard, you're going around Playing, the victim now But don't, even begin Feeling I'm the one to blame 'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh After all of the fights and the lies Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore Uh, no more, oh no, it's over 'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down So I wanna say thank you 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder Makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker It makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter Or Dixie Chicks, "Not Ready To Make Nice": Forgive, sounds good Forget, I’m not sure I could They say time heals everything But I’m still waiting I’m through with doubt There’s nothing left for me to figure out I’ve paid a price And I’ll keep paying I’m not ready to make nice I’m not ready to back down I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round It’s too late to make it right I probably wouldn’t if I could ‘Cause I’m mad as hell Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should I know you said Can’t you just get over it It turned my whole world around And I kind of like it I made my bed and I sleep like a baby With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’ It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger And how in the world can the words that I said Send somebody so over the edge That they’d write me a letter Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing Or my life will be over I’m not ready to make nice I’m not ready to back down I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round It’s too late to make it right I probably wouldn’t if I could ‘Cause I’m mad as hell Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should I’m not ready to make nice I’m not ready to back down I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round It’s too late to make it right I probably wouldn’t if I could ‘Cause I’m mad as hell Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should Forgive, sounds good Forget, I’m not sure I could They say time heals everything But I’m still waiting | |
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