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  • TheMob
    Confirmed User
    • Jan 2003
    • 8584

    #1

    Post some good lyrics

    Trouble ahead
    The Lady in Red
    Take my advice
    you be better off dead
    Switchman sleepin
    Train hundred and two
    is on the wrong track and
    headed for you
  • candyflip
    Carpe Visio
    • Jul 2002
    • 43070

    #2
    Tell me if you know the way to the candy store
    I guess we really should decide if I'm your pimp or your whore
    Cause if you give me a little all I need is some more
    Tell me if you have a key or should we break down the door

    Spend you some brain.
    Email Me

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    • tony299
      lurker
      • Aug 2002
      • 57021

      #3
      " I was drowning my sorrows but my sorrows learned to swim"

      U2 end of the world

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      • FunForOne
        Confirmed User
        • Nov 2003
        • 8704

        #4
        I?m just a curbside prophet
        with my hand in my pocket
        and I?m waiting for my rocket to come
        I?m just a curbside prophet
        with my hand in my pocket
        and I?m waiting for my rocket y'all (hey)

        You see it started way back in NYC
        When I stole my first rhyme from the M-I-C
        At a west end avenue at 63
        It's the beginning of a leap year February ?96
        win a guitar picked it up in the mix
        I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
        Well Look at me now
        Look at me now
        Look at me now now now now


        I?m just a curbside prophet
        with my hand in my pocket
        and I?m waiting for my rocket to come
        I?m just a curbside prophet
        with my hand in my pocket
        and I?m waiting for my rocket y'all (hey)


        Well then you'll never da never da guess what I been been been
        And I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account
        Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
        Well you can only count that ?On The Road Again?
        Will soon be on my radio dial
        And I been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
        Like a band of gypsies on the highway wild
        As I?m a one-man mission on the California skyline
        Drive up the coast I brag and I boast
        because I?m picking up my pace, I'm makin' time like Space Ghost
        Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
        But my cruise control?s on coast
        Cause I?m tourin? around the nation on extended vacation
        See I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
        I say, ?I like your style crazy pound pup!
        You need a ride? (woof) Well come on girl, hop in the truck!?

        With the curbside prophet
        with my hand in my pocket
        and I?m waiting for my rocket to come
        I?m just a curbside prophet
        with my hand in my pocket
        and I?m waiting for my rocket y'all

        I?m just a curbside prophet
        with my hand in my pocket
        and I?m waiting for my rocket to come on
        I?m just a curbside prophet
        with my hand in my pocket
        and I?m waiting for my rocket y'all


        See I?m a down-home brother red-neck undercover
        With my guitar here I?m ready to play
        And I?m a sucker for philly got a natural ability
        Geared to free-style look at my flexibility
        Dangerous on the MIC
        My ghetto hat's cocked right
        All the ladies say,
        ?Yo, that kid is CRAZY!?
        We got the backstage Bettys takin? more than they can get
        They say, ?Whats up with M-R-A-Z?!? hey hey hey

        Hey hey Somethin?s different in my world today
        Well they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow

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        • xclusive
          Too lazy to set a custom title
          • Apr 2004
          • 35218

          #5
          Album: In Utero
          Time: 2:49

          Rape me,
          Rape me my friend
          Rape me,
          Rape me again

          I'm not the only one

          Hate me,
          Do it and do it again.
          Waste me,
          Rape me my friend.

          I'm not the only one

          My favorite inside source
          I'll kiss your open sores
          Appreciate your concern
          You'll always stink and burn

          Rape me,
          Rape me my friend
          Rape me,
          Rape me again

          I'm not the only one

          Rape me...

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          • sickkittens
            I am a meat popsicle.
            • Jul 2002
            • 25100

            #6
            Los ticka toe rest.
            Might likea sender doe ree.
            Your make a doll a ray day sender bright like a penelty.
            Exi-tease my ray day member half lost a beat away.
            Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay.

            Cuz I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land.
            Die-mond make a mid-evil bike a sake a like a ree caste.
            Cuz I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land.
            On a ree land.
            Find a ree land.

            You sink a my swan.
            Rolly a get a worst in.
            Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
            Milk maid dud bean.
            Master a load a head.
            Pill pop a dope a well run general hash pump a gonna led.

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            • TheMob
              Confirmed User
              • Jan 2003
              • 8584

              #7
              With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
              Try this trick and spin it, yeah
              Your head will collapse
              But there's nothing in it
              And you'll ask yourself

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              • TheMob
                Confirmed User
                • Jan 2003
                • 8584

                #8
                Originally posted by xclusive
                Album: In Utero
                Time: 2:49

                Rape me,
                Rape me my friend
                Rape me,
                Rape me again

                I'm not the only one

                Hate me,
                Do it and do it again.
                Waste me,
                Rape me my friend.

                I'm not the only one

                My favorite inside source
                I'll kiss your open sores
                Appreciate your concern
                You'll always stink and burn

                Rape me,
                Rape me my friend
                Rape me,
                Rape me again

                I'm not the only one

                Rape me...
                It's so relieving
                To know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid
                It's so relaxing
                To know that you're asking wherever you get your way
                It's so soothing
                To know that you'll sue me, this is starting to sound the same

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                • Cyndalie
                  Confirmed User
                  • Jan 2002
                  • 3615

                  #9
                  I love my computer
                  you're always in the mood
                  I get turned on
                  when I turn on you
                  I love my computer
                  you never ask for more
                  you can be a princess
                  or you can be my whore
                  and it's never been quite so easy
                  I've never been quite so happy
                  the world outside is so big
                  but it's safe in my domain
                  because to you
                  I'm just a number
                  and a clever screen name
                  Cyndalie
                  Marketing Director
                  StoriesTraffic.com

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                  • TheMob
                    Confirmed User
                    • Jan 2003
                    • 8584

                    #10
                    Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand,
                    Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying.
                    Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion,
                    Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation.
                    Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure,
                    Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
                    Hey Mother Mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
                    Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?
                    And I want to conquer the world,
                    Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
                    Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
                    Promote equality in all my decisions
                    With a quick wink of the eye
                    And a "God you must be joking!"
                    Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations,
                    Did you see the children cry when you left them at the station?
                    Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation,
                    And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.
                    And I want to conquer the world,
                    Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
                    Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
                    Promote equality in all of my decisions
                    I want to conquer the world,
                    Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
                    I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales,
                    We'll have peace on earth and global communion.
                    I want to conquer the world! (x4)

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                    • crockett
                      in a van by the river
                      • May 2003
                      • 76818

                      #11
                      All around me are familiar faces
                      Worn out places, worn out faces
                      Bright and early for their daily races
                      Going nowhere, going nowhere
                      And their tears are filling up their glasses
                      No expression, no expression
                      Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
                      No tomorrow, no tomorrow
                      And I find it kind of funny
                      I find it kind of sad
                      The dreams in which I'm dying
                      Are the best I've ever had
                      I find it hard to tell you
                      'Cos I find it hard to take
                      When people run in circles
                      It's a very, very
                      Mad World
                      Children waiting for the day they feel good
                      Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
                      Made to feel the way that every child should
                      Sit and listen, sit and listen
                      Went to school and I was very nervous
                      No one knew me, no one knew me
                      Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
                      Look right through me, look right through me
                      In November, you can vote for America's next president or its first dictator.

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                      • candyflip
                        Carpe Visio
                        • Jul 2002
                        • 43070

                        #12
                        Possesions never meant anything to me
                        I'm not crazy
                        Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
                        And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
                        That's right, I've got a floor
                        So what, so what, so what?
                        I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
                        Where everything important to me
                        Just seems to fall right down my leg
                        And on to the floor
                        My closest friend linoleum
                        Linoleum
                        Supports my head, gives me something to believe
                        That's me on the beachside combing the sand
                        Metal meter in my hand
                        Sporting a pocket full of change
                        That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
                        Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
                        That's me on the back of the bus
                        That's me in the cell
                        That's me inside your head
                        That's me inside your head
                        That's me inside your head

                        Spend you some brain.
                        Email Me

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                        • TheMob
                          Confirmed User
                          • Jan 2003
                          • 8584

                          #13
                          Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
                          They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
                          They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
                          Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
                          But I would not feel so all alone,
                          Everybody must get stoned.
                          Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
                          They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
                          They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
                          They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
                          But I would not feel so all alone,
                          Everybody must get stoned.

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                          • TheMob
                            Confirmed User
                            • Jan 2003
                            • 8584

                            #14
                            Babe, baby, baby, I'm Gonna Leave You.
                            I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
                            I'll leave you when the summertime,
                            Leave you when the summer comes a-rollin'
                            Leave you when the summer comes along.

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                            • Trixie Racer
                              Confirmed User
                              • Aug 2003
                              • 2328

                              #15
                              My favorite song:

                              Shine
                              Rollins Band


                              if I'd listened everything that they said to me, I wouldn't be here!
                              and if I took the time to bleed from all the tiny little arrows shot my way,
                              I wouldn't be here!
                              the ones who don't do anything are always the ones who try to put you down
                              and you could spend your entire life walking around
                              in the nowhere land of self doubt

                              'coz when you start to doubt yourself the real world will eat you alive!
                              it's time, it's time to align your body with your mind, it's hero time
                              it's time, it's time to align your body with your mind, it's hero time
                              'coz when you start to doubt yourself the real world will eat you alive!
                              and you know it's true!
                              I'm talking to you: hero time starts right now! Yeah, hero time, yeah,
                              time to shine, hey, hero time!

                              if ya think you've got 100 years to mess around: you're wrong!
                              this time it's real, y o u r t i m e i s n o w . . . it's hero time!
                              Yeah, hero time,hey, time to shine, yeah, hero time, yeah!

                              hard times are gettin' harder, the liars are acting strong
                              you better get a grip on yourself or you won't be around too long
                              it's hero time, hey, time to shine, yeah, hero time, yeah, hero time, yeah!
                              it's hero time, it's hero time, time to shine, shine, shine, shine, shine!
                              oh yeah! (X3)

                              no such thing as spare time, no such thing as free time
                              no such thing as down time
                              all you got is life time... go! 'coz it's hero time, 'coz it's time to
                              shine
                              'coz it's time to go, go, go! yeah, hou!

                              when you're gone, you're so gone (X2) you've got it now, it's time to go
                              hero time starts right now! yeah, aha..! ...change it!

                              I got grace in times of friction, I got truth in times of fiction
                              I've got no time for the hype... suicide!? I'm not that type...
                              I got no time for drug addiction, no time for smoke and booze
                              too strong for a shortened life span, I've got no time to lose!
                              It's time to shine, yeah, it's hero time, yeah, it's hero time, yeah,
                              yeah!

                              when you start to doubt yourself the real world will eat you alive! yeah!
                              you could spend your entire walking around, coward: or you can get up!
                              get up, get up, get up, get up! it's time to shine! yeah...
                              Make a Red Cross Donation!

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                              • TheMob
                                Confirmed User
                                • Jan 2003
                                • 8584

                                #16
                                The tax man's taken all my dough,
                                And left me in my stately home,
                                Lazing on a sunny afternoon,
                                And i can't sail my yacht,
                                He's taken everything i've got,
                                All I've got's this sunny afternoon.

                                Save me, Save me, Save me from this squeeze.
                                I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
                                And i love to live so pleasantly,
                                Live this life of luxury,
                                Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
                                In the summertime
                                In the summertime
                                In the summertime

                                My girlfriend's run off with my car,
                                and gone back to her ma and pa,
                                telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
                                Now i'm sitting here,
                                Sipping at my ice cold beer,
                                Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

                                Help me, Help me, Help me sail away,
                                Well give me to good reasons why I
                                oughta stay.
                                'Cause i love to live so pleasantly,
                                Live this life of luxury,
                                Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

                                Ah, save me, save me, same me from this squeeze.
                                I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
                                And I love to live so pleasantly,
                                live this life of luxury,
                                Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
                                In the summertime
                                In the summertime
                                In the summertime

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                                • TheMob
                                  Confirmed User
                                  • Jan 2003
                                  • 8584

                                  #17
                                  Long ago life was clean
                                  Sex was bad and obscene
                                  And the rich were so mean
                                  Stately homes for the Lords
                                  Croquet lawns, village greens
                                  Victoria was my queen
                                  Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria

                                  I was born, lucky me
                                  In a land that I love
                                  Though I am poor, I am free
                                  When I grow I shall fight
                                  For this land I shall die
                                  Let her sun never set
                                  Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
                                  Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, toria

                                  Land of hope and gloria
                                  Land of my Victoria
                                  Land of hope and gloria
                                  Land of my Victoria
                                  Victoria, 'toria
                                  Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria

                                  Canada to India
                                  Australia to Cornwall
                                  Singapore to Hong Kong
                                  From the West to the East
                                  From the rich to the poor
                                  Victoria loved them all
                                  Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
                                  Victoria, Victoria, Victoria

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                                  • Dash
                                    Registered User
                                    • Dec 2003
                                    • 63

                                    #18
                                    7 a.m.
                                    The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
                                    And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away
                                    Could I push rewind?
                                    The credits traverse signifying the end
                                    But I missed the best part
                                    Could we please go back to start?
                                    Forgive my indecision
                                    I am only a man...

                                    -incubus
                                    Adult & Mainstream designers:
                                    mike AT adultgfx DOT com
                                    icq: 171585427
                                    aim: AdultGFX Mike

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                                    • TheMob
                                      Confirmed User
                                      • Jan 2003
                                      • 8584

                                      #19
                                      They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
                                      With political connections to spread his wealth around.
                                      Born into society, a banker's only child,
                                      He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

                                      But I work in his factory
                                      And I curse the life I'm living
                                      And I curse my poverty
                                      And I wish that I could be,
                                      Oh, I wish that I could be,
                                      Oh, I wish that I could be
                                      Richard Cory.

                                      The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
                                      Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
                                      And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
                                      Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.

                                      But I work in his factory
                                      And I curse the life I'm living
                                      And I curse my poverty
                                      And I wish that I could be,
                                      Oh, I wish that I could be,
                                      Oh, I wish that I could be
                                      Richard Cory.

                                      He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
                                      And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
                                      So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
                                      "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."

                                      But I work in his factory
                                      And I curse the life I'm living
                                      And I curse my poverty
                                      And I wish that I could be,
                                      Oh, I wish that I could be,
                                      Oh, I wish that I could be
                                      Richard Cory.

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                                      • TheMob
                                        Confirmed User
                                        • Jan 2003
                                        • 8584

                                        #20
                                        Hey momma look at me
                                        Aren't you proud aren't you happy
                                        I am a ladies man
                                        I got my woman in the palm of my hand
                                        I know she's only 12
                                        I can't get anyone else
                                        I know she's only 12
                                        But she looks 13
                                        I met her at Disneyland
                                        Never thought I'd get to hold her hand
                                        All the younger guys are looking at her
                                        But she likes me cuz I'm so much older
                                        Little girl I'll pick you up at 8
                                        Don't worry we won't be late
                                        We can't get down and dirty
                                        Cuz I have to have you home by 9:30

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                                        • TheMob
                                          Confirmed User
                                          • Jan 2003
                                          • 8584

                                          #21
                                          I?m looking through you, where did you go?
                                          I thought I knew you, what did I know?
                                          You don?t look different, but you have changed,
                                          I?m looking through you, you?re not the same.
                                          Your lips are moving, I cannot hear,
                                          Your voice is soothing but the words aren?t clear.
                                          You don?t sound different, I?ve learnt the game,
                                          I?m looking through you, you?re not the same.
                                          Why, tell me why did you not treat me right?
                                          Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight,
                                          You?re thinking of me the same old way,
                                          You were above me, but not today.
                                          The only difference is you?re down there.
                                          I?m looking through you and you?re nowhere.
                                          Why tell me why did you not treat me right?
                                          Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight,
                                          I?m looking through you, where did you go?
                                          I thought I knew you, what did I know?
                                          You don?t look different, but you have changed,
                                          I?m looking through you, you?re not the same.
                                          Yeh, I tell you you?ve changed.

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                                          • ironlung
                                            Confirmed User
                                            • Aug 2004
                                            • 1012

                                            #22
                                            Sit back watch it crumble, see the drowning watch the fall
                                            I feel just terrible about it, their sarcasm, let it burn,
                                            I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart,
                                            I'm gonna raise my glass abuv my heart,
                                            Then someone shouts, that's what they get,
                                            For all the years of hit and run 4 all the piss broke bands on vh one,
                                            Where did all, they're money go, don't we all know,
                                            Parasitic music industry,
                                            As it destroys itself,
                                            We'll show them how it's supposed to be- nofx

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                                            • TheMob
                                              Confirmed User
                                              • Jan 2003
                                              • 8584

                                              #23
                                              Originally posted by ironlung
                                              Sit back watch it crumble, see the drowning watch the fall
                                              I feel just terrible about it, their sarcasm, let it burn,
                                              I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart,
                                              I'm gonna raise my glass abuv my heart,
                                              Then someone shouts, that's what they get,
                                              For all the years of hit and run 4 all the piss broke bands on vh one,
                                              Where did all, they're money go, don't we all know,
                                              Parasitic music industry,
                                              As it destroys itself,
                                              We'll show them how it's supposed to be- nofx
                                              good stuff, have to see them live one day

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                                              • ironlung
                                                Confirmed User
                                                • Aug 2004
                                                • 1012

                                                #24
                                                Originally posted by TheMob
                                                good stuff, have to see them live one day
                                                hell yea man, i havent seen them live but they are an awesome band

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                                                • Cyndalie
                                                  Confirmed User
                                                  • Jan 2002
                                                  • 3615

                                                  #25
                                                  Don't ever take away from me my pornography
                                                  We obviously don't agree on what's obscene
                                                  I have the right to choose what I
                                                  Want to see and read

                                                  Don't try to take away from me
                                                  My right to privacy what I
                                                  Do is no one's business but me

                                                  So stay in your missionary position
                                                  I hope that you get bored to death
                                                  There's no way I'm going thru life
                                                  Having vanilla sex

                                                  The government's trying to get in
                                                  Your bedroom you better lock your
                                                  Door and close your shades because
                                                  There could be someone watching you today

                                                  Why do you try to make things illegal
                                                  Why do we have to be 21
                                                  Are you afraid that people are having
                                                  Too much fun
                                                  Why do you care what I do in my bedroom
                                                  Why do you want to know how I screw
                                                  It seems to me you've got nothing better
                                                  To do.
                                                  Cyndalie
                                                  Marketing Director
                                                  StoriesTraffic.com

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                                                  • DWB
                                                    Registered User
                                                    • Jul 2003
                                                    • 31779

                                                    #26
                                                    If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son,
                                                    I got 99 problems and a bitch aint one.

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                                                    • Top Jimmy
                                                      Confirmed User
                                                      • Dec 2004
                                                      • 2513

                                                      #27
                                                      I can learn to resist
                                                      Anything but temptation
                                                      I can learn to coexist
                                                      With anything but pain

                                                      I can learn to compromise
                                                      Anything but my desires
                                                      I can learn to get along
                                                      With all the things I can't explain

                                                      I can learn to resist
                                                      Anything but frustration
                                                      I can learn to persist
                                                      With anything but aiming low

                                                      I can learn to close my eyes
                                                      To anything but injustice
                                                      I can learn to get along
                                                      With all the things I don't know

                                                      You can surrender
                                                      Without a prayer
                                                      But never really pray
                                                      Pray without surrender

                                                      You can fight
                                                      Without ever winning
                                                      But never ever win
                                                      Without a fight

                                                      I can learn to resist
                                                      Anything but temptation
                                                      I can learn to coexist
                                                      With anything but pain

                                                      I can learn to compromise
                                                      Anything but my desires
                                                      I can learn to get along
                                                      With all the things I can't explain

                                                      Rush "Resist" Written by Neil Peart

                                                      Don't reply. Let it die.

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                                                      • Scott McD
                                                        Too lazy to set a custom title
                                                        • Nov 2002
                                                        • 67792

                                                        #28
                                                        Tiesto - Just Be




                                                        You can travel the world
                                                        But you can't run away
                                                        From the person you are in your heart
                                                        You can be who you want to be
                                                        Make us believe in you
                                                        Keep all your light in the dark
                                                        You're searching for truth
                                                        You must look in the mirror
                                                        And make sense of what you can see
                                                        Just be
                                                        Just be

                                                        They say learning to love yourself
                                                        Is the first step
                                                        But you take what you want to be real
                                                        Flying on plains exotic locations
                                                        Won't teach you
                                                        How you how to feel
                                                        Beside the fact
                                                        That you are who you are
                                                        And nothing can change that believe
                                                        Just be
                                                        Just be

                                                        Cause now I know
                                                        Is not so far
                                                        To were I go
                                                        There's not this spot
                                                        Since this I feel
                                                        I need
                                                        To just be
                                                        Just be
                                                        I was lost
                                                        And I'm still lost
                                                        But I feel so much better

                                                        Cause now I know
                                                        Is not so far
                                                        To were I go
                                                        There's not this spot
                                                        Since this I feel
                                                        I need
                                                        To just be
                                                        Just be


                                                        I Buy My High Quality Traffic Here, You Should Too!

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                                                        • Corleone
                                                          C.R.E.A.M
                                                          • Apr 2003
                                                          • 15262

                                                          #29
                                                          My favourite lyrics :

                                                          F**k all you hoes) Get a grip motherf**ker.

                                                          Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
                                                          I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above
                                                          the
                                                          buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police
                                                          on
                                                          me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my
                                                          daughters,
                                                          and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

                                                          Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

                                                          [Verse One:]

                                                          It was all a dream
                                                          I used to read Word Up magazine
                                                          Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
                                                          Hangin' pictures on my wall
                                                          Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
                                                          I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
                                                          Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
                                                          Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
                                                          With the hat to match
                                                          Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
                                                          You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
                                                          Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
                                                          Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
                                                          Born filla, the opposite of a winner
                                                          Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
                                                          Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
                                                          Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
                                                          I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
                                                          Call the crib, same number same hood
                                                          It's all good

                                                          Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

                                                          [Chorus:]

                                                          You know very well who you are
                                                          Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
                                                          You had a go, but not that many
                                                          'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

                                                          [Verse Two:]

                                                          I made the change from a common thief
                                                          To up close and personal with Robin Leach
                                                          And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
                                                          Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
                                                          The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
                                                          Girls used to diss me
                                                          Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
                                                          I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
                                                          I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
                                                          Now honies play me close like butter played toast
                                                          From the Mississippi down to the east coast
                                                          Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
                                                          Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
                                                          Livin' life without fear
                                                          Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
                                                          Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
                                                          Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
                                                          Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
                                                          And it's still all good

                                                          Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

                                                          [Verse Three:]

                                                          Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
                                                          When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
                                                          50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
                                                          Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
                                                          Phone bill about two G's flat
                                                          No need to worry, my accountant handles that
                                                          And my whole crew is loungin'
                                                          Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
                                                          Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
                                                          Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
                                                          And she loves to show me off, of course
                                                          Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
                                                          We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
                                                          No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
                                                          Birthdays was the worst days
                                                          Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
                                                          Uh, damn right I like the life I live
                                                          'Cause I went from negative to positive
                                                          And it's all...

                                                          (It's all good)

                                                          ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
                                                          Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
                                                          Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

                                                          Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
                                                          Uh, yeah, a-ight

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                                                          • garce
                                                            Confirmed User
                                                            • Oct 2001
                                                            • 7103

                                                            #30
                                                            Please allow me to introduce myself
                                                            I'm a man of wealth and taste
                                                            I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
                                                            I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
                                                            Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
                                                            Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
                                                            But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

                                                            Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
                                                            Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
                                                            I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg
                                                            raged and the bodies stank
                                                            Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
                                                            Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah

                                                            I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
                                                            ten decades for the Gods they made
                                                            I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all
                                                            it was you and me
                                                            Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
                                                            And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
                                                            Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
                                                            But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
                                                            Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
                                                            But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

                                                            Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints
                                                            as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need
                                                            of some restraint
                                                            So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy
                                                            and some taste
                                                            Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste
                                                            Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
                                                            But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

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                                                            • Corleone
                                                              C.R.E.A.M
                                                              • Apr 2003
                                                              • 15262

                                                              #31
                                                              Originally posted by DirtyWhiteBoy
                                                              If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son,
                                                              I got 99 problems and a bitch aint one.
                                                              thats one of my fav tracks too

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                                                              • nofx
                                                                Too lazy to set a custom title
                                                                • Nov 2002
                                                                • 16826

                                                                #32
                                                                Leftover Crack - Atheist Anthem

                                                                From high up on yer crucifix
                                                                You preach about my triple 6
                                                                You spit about my this and that
                                                                And yank away yer welcome mat
                                                                With a coupon jesus christ will save
                                                                So don't you christians misbehave
                                                                'cuz santa makes the list himself
                                                                And he's rotting on the warehouse shelf

                                                                * And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
                                                                are in the basement huffing gasoline
                                                                Dead, dead, dead, dead
                                                                Yer god is dead to me!
                                                                And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
                                                                You better become an atheist
                                                                Dead, dead, dead, dead
                                                                Yer god is dead to me!

                                                                When the greed of man is not appeased
                                                                All will rot sick and diseased
                                                                Once again the fallen towers
                                                                The Tortured death of every hour
                                                                And at the toll of the final bell
                                                                You lead the righteous down to hell
                                                                When all the world is dead by dawn
                                                                All I ask is bring me along!

                                                                * And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
                                                                are in the basement huffing gasoline
                                                                Dead, dead, dead, dead
                                                                Yer god is dead to me!
                                                                And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
                                                                You better become an atheist
                                                                Dead, dead, dead, dead
                                                                Yer god is dead to me!

                                                                Nuclear Apox spells your doom
                                                                like the t.v. in yer living room
                                                                each bomb kills a million dead
                                                                it melts your skin and implodes yer head
                                                                And now you get yer judgement day
                                                                You think you'll float up then away
                                                                But yer guilty just like everyone
                                                                You turn to ash when the burning's done

                                                                * And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
                                                                are in the basement huffing gasoline
                                                                Dead, dead, dead, dead
                                                                Yer god is dead to me!
                                                                And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
                                                                You better become an atheist
                                                                Dead, dead, dead, dead
                                                                Yer god is dead to me!

                                                                There's a hunger within you
                                                                a tapeworm deep inside
                                                                or maybe it's just cancer
                                                                the doctors can't decide
                                                                but yer stomach keeps on growing
                                                                as yer body wastes away
                                                                and yer getting ill & weaker
                                                                every single fucking day

                                                                we are alone
                                                                we are alone

                                                                Often times I wonder why
                                                                There's love and hate, theres live or die.
                                                                When sickness comes I must decide:
                                                                When feelings go, theres suicide.

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                                                                • TheMob
                                                                  Confirmed User
                                                                  • Jan 2003
                                                                  • 8584

                                                                  #33
                                                                  some good lyrics in this thread

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                                                                  • naughty_weena
                                                                    So Fucking Banned
                                                                    • Jul 2004
                                                                    • 898

                                                                    #34
                                                                    You shut your mouth
                                                                    How can you say
                                                                    I go about things the wrong way?
                                                                    I am human and I need to be loved
                                                                    Just like everybody else does...

                                                                    --How Soon Is Now?

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                                                                    • nofx
                                                                      Too lazy to set a custom title
                                                                      • Nov 2002
                                                                      • 16826

                                                                      #35
                                                                      Leftover Crack - Clear Channel (Fuck Off)

                                                                      The Sovereign Insincerity The monopoly of greed
                                                                      Nickleback, POD, Rancid, Britany & Creed
                                                                      The Bureaucrats they leech upon to mediocre trends
                                                                      Your song in heavy rotation from the cash your label spends
                                                                      From the products you promote for the ones who foot the bill
                                                                      A Prefabricated goose-step for the pockets that you fill
                                                                      The monotony of censored products shine in the display
                                                                      The same old song of compromise went platinum today.

                                                                      From town to town & state to state
                                                                      The same old song you love to hate
                                                                      The same shit stacked upon your plate
                                                                      rotate again & syndicate
                                                                      We've been waiting far too long
                                                                      too change the band, too change the song
                                                                      through every day & dusk & dawn
                                                                      We've been brain-washed to sing along
                                                                      No difference between the hot new single
                                                                      & the Pepsi ads commercial jingle
                                                                      The beauty's withered faded crinkle
                                                                      Just sip the coke & pop the pringle
                                                                      THe boardroom is the dragons lair
                                                                      They play us shit 'cuz they dont care
                                                                      The clearest channel plays unfair
                                                                      & we all want you off the air
                                                                      Overdose on shoddy culture; mediocre trends
                                                                      Auto-Tune the bottom line as a mean to meet the ends
                                                                      Merging corporate empires create the ill conglomerations
                                                                      & buy up to reprogram major market radio stations

                                                                      Fabricate one single voice broadcast from sea to sea
                                                                      What once held notions of change & choice
                                                                      is now being controlled fully
                                                                      Deregulations raised the edge of expolitations bar
                                                                      Politics replaced by "bling" & clothes & fancy cars
                                                                      Trapped imaginations from the video's blinding light
                                                                      Bombarded with monotony that captivates the sight

                                                                      The channel we've been tuned to is all frigid, blank and clear
                                                                      Told what to eat & drink & buy and whom to hate & fear
                                                                      POisoned by the fairy-tale, A capitalistic dream
                                                                      Go to sleep, You're free and brave, and on the winning team

                                                                      Often times I wonder why
                                                                      There's love and hate, theres live or die.
                                                                      When sickness comes I must decide:
                                                                      When feelings go, theres suicide.

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                                                                      • Orgasmics
                                                                        Confirmed User
                                                                        • Jul 2001
                                                                        • 1206

                                                                        #36
                                                                        Unchain the colours before my eyes,
                                                                        Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.
                                                                        Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,
                                                                        I shall return from out of fire.

                                                                        Tears for rememberance, and tears for joy,
                                                                        Tears for somebody and this lonely boy.
                                                                        Out in the madness, the all seeing eye,
                                                                        Flickers above us, to light up the sky.

                                                                        Unchain the colours before my eyes,
                                                                        Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.
                                                                        Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,
                                                                        I shall return from out of fire.

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                                                                        • Orgasmics
                                                                          Confirmed User
                                                                          • Jul 2001
                                                                          • 1206

                                                                          #37
                                                                          You've seen life through distorted eyes
                                                                          You know you had to learn
                                                                          The execution of your mind
                                                                          You really had to turn
                                                                          The race is run the book is read
                                                                          The end begins to show
                                                                          The truth is out, the lies are old
                                                                          But you don't want to know
                                                                          Nobody will ever let you know
                                                                          When you ask the reasons why
                                                                          They just tell you that you're on your own
                                                                          Fill your head all full of lies
                                                                          The people who have crippled you
                                                                          You want to see them burn
                                                                          The gates of life have closed on you
                                                                          And now there's just no return
                                                                          You're wishing that the hands of doom
                                                                          Could take your mind away
                                                                          And you don't care if you don't see
                                                                          Again the light of day
                                                                          Nobody will ever let you know
                                                                          When you ask the reasons why
                                                                          They just tell you that you're on your own
                                                                          Fill your head all full of lies
                                                                          Where can you run to
                                                                          What more can you do
                                                                          No more tomorrow
                                                                          Life is killing you
                                                                          Dreams turn to nightmares
                                                                          Heaven turns to hell
                                                                          Burned out confusion
                                                                          Nothing more to tell
                                                                          Everything around you
                                                                          What's it coming to
                                                                          God knows as your dog knows
                                                                          God blast all of you
                                                                          Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
                                                                          Nothing more to do
                                                                          Living just for dying
                                                                          Dying just for you

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                                                                          • fusionx
                                                                            Confirmed User
                                                                            • Nov 2003
                                                                            • 4618

                                                                            #38
                                                                            Rush - The Trees

                                                                            There is unrest in the forest,
                                                                            There is trouble with the trees,
                                                                            For the maples want more sunlight
                                                                            And the oaks ignore their pleas.

                                                                            The trouble with the maples,
                                                                            (And they're quite convinced they're right)
                                                                            They say the oaks are just too lofty
                                                                            And they grab up all the light.
                                                                            But the oaks can't help their feelings
                                                                            If they like the way they're made.
                                                                            And they wonder why the maples
                                                                            Can't be happy in their shade.

                                                                            There is trouble in the forest,
                                                                            And the creatures all have fled,
                                                                            As the maples scream "Oppression!"
                                                                            And the oaks just shake their heads

                                                                            So the maples formed a union
                                                                            And demanded equal rights.
                                                                            "The oaks are just too greedy;
                                                                            We will make them give us light."
                                                                            Now there's no more oak oppression,
                                                                            For they passed a noble law,
                                                                            And the trees are all kept equal
                                                                            By hatchet, axe, and saw.

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                                                                            • PlugRush Sascha
                                                                              Confirmed User
                                                                              • Jan 2004
                                                                              • 2772

                                                                              #39
                                                                              I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse,
                                                                              I got blood on my dick 'cause I fucked the corpse.

                                                                              DMX - Bring Your Whole Crew
                                                                              Plugrush - Push ads, native ads, banners & pops. Buy & sell adult and mainstream traffic.

                                                                              Skype plugrushsascha

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                                                                              • ChewbaCreative
                                                                                Confirmed User
                                                                                • Dec 2003
                                                                                • 1118

                                                                                #40
                                                                                Queen - Is This The World We Created

                                                                                Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
                                                                                Take a look at all the suffering we breed
                                                                                So many lonely faces scattered all around
                                                                                Searching for what they need
                                                                                Is this the world we created?
                                                                                What did we do it for?
                                                                                Is this the world we invaded
                                                                                Against the law?
                                                                                So it seems in the end
                                                                                Is this what we're all living for today?
                                                                                The world that we created
                                                                                You know that every day a helpless child is born
                                                                                Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
                                                                                Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
                                                                                Waiting for life to go by
                                                                                Is this the world we created?
                                                                                We made it on our own
                                                                                Is this the world we devastated
                                                                                Right to the bone?
                                                                                If there's a God in the sky looking down
                                                                                What can he think of what we've done
                                                                                To the world that He created?

                                                                                high design. high creative. adultcreative

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                                                                                • Trafficbrokercom
                                                                                  Confirmed User
                                                                                  • Dec 2002
                                                                                  • 542

                                                                                  #41
                                                                                  Pearl Jam - Black

                                                                                  Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
                                                                                  Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
                                                                                  All five horizons revolved around her soul
                                                                                  As the earth to the sun
                                                                                  Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
                                                                                  Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
                                                                                  Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
                                                                                  And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
                                                                                  Of what was everything?
                                                                                  Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

                                                                                  I take a walk outside
                                                                                  I?m surrounded by some kids at play
                                                                                  I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
                                                                                  Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
                                                                                  I?m spinning, oh, I?m spinning
                                                                                  How quick the sun can, drop away
                                                                                  And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
                                                                                  Of what was everything (note the lack of question mark)
                                                                                  All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
                                                                                  All the love gone bad turned my world to black
                                                                                  Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I?ll ever be...yeah...

                                                                                  Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
                                                                                  I know someday you?ll have a beautiful life, I know you?ll be a star
                                                                                  In somebody else?s sky, but why
                                                                                  Why, why can?t it be, why can?t it be mine

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                                                                                  • stembolt
                                                                                    Confirmed User
                                                                                    • May 2004
                                                                                    • 463

                                                                                    #42
                                                                                    Therapy?
                                                                                    Diane

                                                                                    Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride?
                                                                                    There's room and my wagon is parked right outside
                                                                                    We can cruise down Robert Street all night long
                                                                                    But I think I'll just rape you and kill you instead

                                                                                    Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane)
                                                                                    Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane)

                                                                                    I hear there's a party at Lake Cove
                                                                                    It'd be so much easier if I drove
                                                                                    We could check it out, we can go and see
                                                                                    Come on, take a ride with me

                                                                                    Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane)
                                                                                    Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane)

                                                                                    Lay down together for a while
                                                                                    I'll put all your clothes in a nice neat little pile
                                                                                    You're the cutest girl I've ever seen in my life
                                                                                    But it's over now and with my knife

                                                                                    Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane)
                                                                                    Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane)
                                                                                    Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane)
                                                                                    Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane), Diane (Diane)
                                                                                    hahahahahahahahaha
                                                                                    once upon a time i had something to put here!!!!

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                                                                                    • nico-t
                                                                                      emperor of my world
                                                                                      • Aug 2004
                                                                                      • 29901

                                                                                      #43
                                                                                      "cuz im like the devil, a universal hater/
                                                                                      fuck you lord is how i say a fucking prayer"

                                                                                      ^ me, with "im a hater"

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                                                                                      • sickkittens
                                                                                        I am a meat popsicle.
                                                                                        • Jul 2002
                                                                                        • 25100

                                                                                        #44
                                                                                        Is anyone even bothering to read any of this?

                                                                                        HIGHEST PAYOUTS FOR NO-CONSOLE TOURS IN THE ENTIRE INDUSTRY!

                                                                                        THIS SIG CAN BE YOURS FOR $200 - ICQ: 78881543

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                                                                                        • tranza
                                                                                          ICQ: 197-556-237
                                                                                          • Jun 2003
                                                                                          • 57559

                                                                                          #45
                                                                                          Originally posted by TheMob
                                                                                          Trouble ahead
                                                                                          The Lady in Red
                                                                                          Take my advice
                                                                                          you be better off dead
                                                                                          Switchman sleepin
                                                                                          Train hundred and two
                                                                                          is on the wrong track and
                                                                                          headed for you
                                                                                          Lol, that's no good.
                                                                                          I'm just a newbie.

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                                                                                          • zentz
                                                                                            Confirmed User
                                                                                            • Nov 2003
                                                                                            • 8062

                                                                                            #46
                                                                                            I've been the one to party until the end
                                                                                            Looking for the after party to begin
                                                                                            I'm going down to La La Land
                                                                                            I hope to see yaz soon in La La Land

                                                                                            CHORUS
                                                                                            Somethin bout those little pills unreal the thrills they yield until they kill a million brain cells
                                                                                            Somethin bout those little pills unreal the thrills they yield until they kill a million brain cells

                                                                                            Now I need to go,whos gonna give me a ride to the after show
                                                                                            I hope that I have enough change so I can make my brain rearrange
                                                                                            I'm going down to La La Land
                                                                                            I hope to see ya soon in La La Land

                                                                                            CHORUS

                                                                                            Oh what have I done, what happened to the morning
                                                                                            I passed the time away high again
                                                                                            I got to find a way to fill the space in time(8X)

                                                                                            CHORUS

                                                                                            La La Land is where I need to be
                                                                                            La La Land is the place that all sets me free

                                                                                            CHORUS (4X)

                                                                                            Brain cells
                                                                                            Has anybody seen my brain today? Ay
                                                                                            Can anybody pay my rent today? Ay
                                                                                            Programs that owe me money ---- Epassporte.com ~ $2700 | Protraffic.com ~ $2600 | XonDemand.com ~ $3000

                                                                                            Email: [email protected]

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                                                                                            • Orgasmics
                                                                                              Confirmed User
                                                                                              • Jul 2001
                                                                                              • 1206

                                                                                              #47
                                                                                              Originally posted by tranza
                                                                                              Lol, that's no good.
                                                                                              -in reference to "Casey Jones"
                                                                                              You must be a clueless young soul who chooses to see only the surface without even realizing that there is depth well beyond your comprehension.

                                                                                              Too bad for you... but we all have to start somewhere. Good luck in your journey, it appears that you have a long way to go.

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