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I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say |
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But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway |
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When I speak my mind that's when we connect |
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But that's not politically correct |
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Our heads are so filled with thought, we can't use our imagination |
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Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constillation |
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And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration |
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We're so impressing while we're regressing |
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There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance |
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So why does everybody think that my words can make a difference |
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I just don't have time to think up every social consequence |
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I'll just keep on talking you keep applauding |
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I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say |
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But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway |
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If you spoke your mind you might feel more connected |
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Until you get politically corrected |
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You lean a little to the left or the right |
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But you can only see who's on your side |
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Look a little like a deer in the headlights |
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A little blind a little hypnotized |
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So you conform with the best of intention |
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After all that's what this country was founded on |
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Do nothing different just fall in line |
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What happened to make us so afraid |
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You couldn't make a Mel Brooks movie today |
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I saw Blazing Saddles yesterday |
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She clings to me like cellophane |
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So what if the sex was great |
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Another thing I grew to hate |
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Why you always kick me when I'm high |
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Knock me down till we see eye to eye |
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I know she may not be Miss Right |
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I used to hang on every word |
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She taught me how to trust |
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And then she taught me how to cuss..... |
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I used to be such a nice boy |
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I need your help to get up from my knees |
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I can't seem to see the forest for the trees |
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As I wait in my silent misery |
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All I'm asking is please.... forgive me |
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.....and she wants me .... and she needs me ....and she wants me |
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Or fall between the cracks you left behind |
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Shattered, now you're out of time |
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You've come too far to be denied |
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I just can't seem to concentrate today |
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It seems my mind is wandering away |
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And all the things swimming through my head |
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Fade away as I go back to bad |
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And see how fast time flies |
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'Cause sunrise comes too soon |
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I'm never out of bed before noon |
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Waking up too late seems too soon |
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And I could never be Neil Armstrong |
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I'd be the last man on the moon |
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I used to live in a world of black and white |
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Until my dreams turned day into night |
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And now I'm never out of bed before noon |
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Waking up up too late seems too soon |
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And wait for the surprise |
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In a place I know I belong |
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In my head I can do no wrong |
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I could never be Neil Armstrong |
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I'd be the last man on the moon |
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I'm not afraid to go backwards and fix what we broke |
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My gaze falls behind, you make desire seem so easy |
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I hold off sleep, it's so silent without you here |
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It would all be for nothing |
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I believe in second chances |
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I believe the years forget |
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Let me fill these empty spaces |
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Let me fill this empty space |
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There's always room for one more mistake |
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I think we're moving in the right direction |
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I'd take it back if you would let me |
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We were never this close when we were young |
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Every night I whisper your name at the top of my lungs |
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The sight leaves me blind |
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I'll write a million words |
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How long will I let this go |
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I can't stand to spend another night alone |
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I star at the empty walls |
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All these shadows come to rest |
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I can't hear the things you said |
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You'll find a bloodstained fence |
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It's there the future speaks |
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All she's asking is for a little more time |
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To walk away from his anger and leave the bruises far behind |
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She won't talk about it... she's made up her mind |
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But as the front door shuts behind her she whispers "give me a sign" |
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Feels the power of the engine as she climbs to 65 |
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Every piston sounds like freedom, every white line says goodbye |
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She'll find strength in her anger and the truth in his lies |
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When the last scar finally fades she'll have a new life |
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Lock the door, turn out the light |
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Pack your bags, leave this trap |
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Run away, don't look back |
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See another day with each new sun |
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She can still feel the touch of his hand |
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Not just the violence, but the warmth of her man |
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The night she never felt so alive even though it feels so cold outside |
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It's the first time I've ever seen her smile |
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Fame (What She's Wanting) |
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Staring down from thirty thousand feet above the planet |
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She gets the sense nothing's behinder anymore |
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Her quest for fame has left her nothing short of a fanatic |
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For the chance to be the one that we adore |
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Fame's what she's wanting |
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You can't go too far when that's who you are.... because |
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Fame's what she's wanting |
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Not a face in the crowd just a disposable pop star |
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They called her princess cause they always knew she'd be a servant |
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Never having an ambition in her life |
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They all knew she'd end up just another loser's girlfriend |
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Who'd a thought she'd become a Jedi Knight |
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Bittersweet the taste of..... |
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Once inside the door I check my face in the mirror |
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As I look past this lonely minute |
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Was this the ride worth waiting for |
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I'm scared to death that I've missed it |
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But she was not the only stone, skipped across this gravel road leading down the path of lonliness |
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So I'll fly from this hate and pray my soul the lord will take me |
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To a place through time and indifference |
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I wanna know how do you feel |
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I wanna know if this was real |
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Then tell me what would you say |
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If you could make this pain go away |
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She plans her future looking bright ahead |
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I can't stand to hang out with my co-dependent friends |
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My patience is fading fast |
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But every sign and every song is telling me I don't belong |
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But it's ok to feel scared |
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'Cause one day soon I'll find myself and realize that no one else |
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There's this old man down in Fell's Point |
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Telling me, "son the pendulum swings both ways, but for you, |
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I'm one of those things you'll save forever, but never need |
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Like an old newspaper that no one has time to read |
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This child has grown into a dead end |
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Since I lost the power to pretend |
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Not much to say on this non-toxic, oridnary day |
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That's no superhero standing right infront of us |
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so take this pocket full of kryptonite and beat it back to Metropolis |
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There's only room for one on this microphone |
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But old news can change, as memories float downstream |
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So don't judge me by my failures, only by my dreams |
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Last night I had a dream
It wasn't about anything
But it made me smile
It made me scream
We should take this slow
'Cause I can't let go
When it feels so good
To feel this low
I stumble and she sees all
Waiting for me to fall
Obsessing over her
But it's nothing personal
We should take this slow
'Cause I can't let go
When it feels so good
To feel this low
We'll take our time
Tell each other's lies
In a world so much brighter
If Paul were still alive
Take this slow
Till I lose control
And I'm falling down
Last night I had a dream
It wasn't about anything
I made you smile
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