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the city is buring the riots and the sun is melting
everything down cops and horses and teenage angst and me quiet quiet me in my shades is thinking "we sure need some love if we gonna get trough" but hey you came solitude with the rain solitude and you blushed solitude you stole my woman and left me in this melancholy mood the hills are alive the von trapps are chasing dragons and the street punk ass kids will kick you for a dollar and me quiet me in my shades is thinking "we sure need some drugs if we're gonna get through" |
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you were far from me but i could
hear every word you spoke same words over and over what do we get for our trouble and pain? we want someone to long for we want them here all we can strive for we want it now and when it's here we don't know what to do next you would keep an open mind but even i had to laugh you sell your story over and over changing names of places and friends as you stay put on your side we don't say you're foolish or proud lean on us to take you out or push you wherever feels right we want someone to long for we want them here all we can strive for we want it now and when it's here we don't know what to do next |
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Sometimes I just want to cry
Knowing that you'll say goodbye We cannot escape from being torn here And again feeling tense The girls will always ask you out Though they think they're cool I am kinder I just wrap my arms around you Cause I don't know what to do Ua-a-a-a-ou Say yes if you love me, no if you don't care Please if you're asking me that you'll be there Say yes if you love me, no if you don't care Please if you're asking me not to be there Bararara, bararara, bararara baba-barara Sometimes I don't want to try Summer days will pass us by Makes me kind of sad This uncertainty Here I am, questions again Asking if you're still my friend When you said you'd stay I wasn't have that I hope you're thinking about me daily I hope that there's no doubt Ua-a-a-a-ou Say yes if you love me, no if you don't care Please if you're asking me not to be there Say yes if you love me, no if you don't care Please if you're asking me not to be there Bararara, bararara, bararara baba-barara There's a certain kind of sadness There's a certain kind of joy In everything you're doing Ua-a-a-a-a Say yes if you love me, no if you don't care Please if you're asking me not to be there Say yes if you love me, no if you don't care Please if you're asking me not to be there Bararara, bararara, bararara baba-barara Bararara, bararara, bararara baba-barara Clap clap clap hahaha uh! uh! |
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THE SUN ALWAYS SHINES ON TV
The sun always shines on TV, the sun always shines on TV Tonight I'm in love with myself, tonight is the night Were I go berserk in my coach, tonight is the night My favorite stars and my favorite me, tonight is the night When Natalie Portman comes to me The sun always shines on TV, the sun always shines on TV Tonight I ignore all the blood and tears that you create I isolate and celebrate the screen The sun always shines on TV, the sun always shines on TV |
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You forgot your dreams
I wonder why you let that happen I've seen it all before You take someone else's dreams And try to make them your own Sunday morning Wake up moment Trying hard not to make out Sunday morning Break up slowly Sunday morning Break of dawn comes Pa-ram-pam-pa-ra-ram You don't love me You don't love anyone Not even yourself I am not so sure Whether I, I like the new you Sunday morning Wake up moment Trying hard not to make out Sunday morning Break up slowly Sunday morning Break of dawn comes Pa-ram-pam-pa-ra-ram Pa-pa-pa-ra-pa-pa-ram Pa-pa-pa-ram Pa-pa-pa-ra-pa-pa-ram Pa-pa-pa-ram Pa-pa-pa-ram Pa-pa-pa-ram Sunday morning Wake up moment Trying hard not to make out Sunday morning Break up slowly Sunday morning Break of dawn comes Pa-ram-pam-pa-ra-ram |
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