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Christie Road
Staring out of my window Watching the clouds go rolling by My friends are gone I've got nothing to do So I sit here patiently Watching the clock tick so slowly Gotta get away Or my brains will explode Give me something to do to kill some time Take me to that place that I call home Take away the strains of being lonely Take me to the tracks at Christie Road See the hills from afar Standing on my beat up car The sun went down and the night fills the sky Now I feel like me once again As the train comes rolling in Smoked my boredom gone Slapped my brains up so high Give me something to do to kill some time Take me to that place that I call home Take away the strains of being lonely Take me to the tracks at Christie Road Mother stay out of my way of that place we go We'll always seem to find the way to Christie Road Mother stay out of my way of that place we go We'll always seem to find the way to Christie Road If there's one thing that I need that makes me feel complete So I go to Christie Road It's home It's home It's home It's home It's home |
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i'm in love with a stripper....
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I beg your pardon mama what did you say
My mind was drifting on a Martinque day It's not that I'm not interested you see Augusta Georgia is just no place to be Just think Jamaica in the moonlight Sandy beaches drinking rum every night We've got no money mama but we can go We'll split the difference and go to Coconut grove Just keep on talking momma I can hear Your voice it tickles down inside of my ear I feel a tropical vacation this year Might be the answer to that Hillbilly beer Oh just think Jamaica... Voila an American dream We can travel girl without any means When it's as easy as closing your eyes And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign Just keep on talking mama I like that sound It goes so good with that rain pouring down I feel a tropical vacation this year Might be the answer to that Hillbilly beer Oh just think Jamaica... |
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Edited by
itsmetina
on
Mon 09/08/08 05:55 AM
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I walk the line of the disappointed
I celebrate when I'm in pain My heart and mind can be disjointed I built a bed in this hole I made I recognize that I'm damaged I sympathize that you are too But I wanna breathe without feelin' so self-conscious But it's hard when the welt's starin' at you Another piece of the puzzle, it doesn't fit You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it What are you working for What are you searching for Love You won't be thinking of cars when You're on your death bed and dyin' You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for, What you are praying for Love You join the line of the getting richer You keep your face but it's movin' slow You are defined by all that you have hoarded But you're surprised it doesn't fill up the hole. Another piece of the puzzle, it doesn't fit You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it What are you coping for What are you hoping for Love You won't be thinking of cars when You're on your death bed and dyin' You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for, What you are praying for Love I'll never be what I see on the tv screen I just keep dreaming of what I'm never gonna be I can't think of a better way to waste my time then try Another piece of the puzzle, it doesn't fit You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it What are you hurtin' for What are you searching for Love love love love You won't be thinking of cars when You're on your death bed and dyin' You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for, What you are praying for Love love love love You won't be thinkin' of cars when You're on your death bed and dyin' You'll only be thinkin' of what are you workin' for, What are you waitin' for love |
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Silly Thing
What you see, you can get Nothing's free, nothing's said Don't be fooled by the signs Don't read in between the lines What you gonna say? What you gonna do? Now you've missed out once again But I thought you knew... Oh! You silly thing You've really gone and done it now! Oh! You silly thing You really gone and done it now! Trouble here, trouble there People stop just to stare What's the use of wasting time Just move on, leave 'em all behind What you gonna say? What you gonna do? Now you've missed out once again But I thought you knew... Oh! You silly thing You've really gone and done it now! Oh! You silly thing You've really gone and done it now! Oh, you, silly thing, Nothin' but the trouble that you bring One of these days, You're gonna know People will say "Oh my, oh my!" Well people will say "Oh, my my my my!" Oh! You silly thing You've really gone and done it now! Oh! You silly thing You've really gone and done it now! Oh! You silly thing You've really gone and done it now! Oh! You silly thing You've really gone and done it now! |
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i cant write the words my friend.........sweet Romio or whatever
 turn the page..metallica...........here i am on the road again...........u know my friend...........
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i cant write the words my friend.........sweet Romio or whatever turn the page..metallica...........here i am on the road again...........u know my friend........... Turn The Page On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moanin' Out its one note song You can think about the woman or the girl You knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wandering The way they always do When you're ridin' sixteen hours And there's nothin' much to do And you don't feel much like riding You just wish the trip was through Chorus: Here I am, On the road again There I am, Up on the stage There I go, Playin' star again There I go, Turn the page So you walk into this restaurant Strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you As you're shaking off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you But you just want to explode Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk But other times you can All the same old clichés: "Is it woman? Is it man?" And you always seem outnumbered You don't dare make a stand Make your stand Here I am, On the road again There I am, Up on the stage Here I go, Playn' star again There I go, Turn the page Whoa-oh Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away Every ounce of energy, you try and give away As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette Rememberin' what she said What she said (Yeah, what she said.) Yeah Here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playn' star again There I go, turn the page And there I go, turn that page There I go, yeah Here I go, yeah There I go, there I go (And I'm gone) |
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This learning to live again is kill'n me...Garth
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man in the mirror-michael jackson
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Message In A Bottle
Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh More loneliness than any man could bear Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah A year has passed since I wrote my note But I should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life but Love can break your heart I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore Seems I'm not alone at being alone Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S... |
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what a waste of time
the thought crossed my mind that i never missed a beat cant explain the who or what i was trying to believe what would you do x2 do you know i once had a grip on everything it feels better to let go chorus im not over im not over you just yet can not hide it your not that easy to forget im not over never took the chance could have jumped the fence but was scared of my own 2 feet could have crossed the line it was black and white no contrast to be seen what would you do x2 do you know was it all a joke never had control im not better on my own chorus what a waste of time the thought crossed my mind cant explian this thing or what i mean im trying to let go chorus x2 im not over.. |
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Take This Job And Shove It !!  
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Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit
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Mary Chapin Carpenter - I Feel Lucky
Well I woke up this morning stumbled out of my rack I opened up the paper to the page in the back It only took a minute for my finger to find My daily dose of destiny, under my sign My eyes just about popped out of my head It said "the stars are stacked against you girl, get back in bed" I feel lucky, I feel lucky, yeah No Professor Doom gonna stand in my way Mmmmm, I feel lucky today Well I strolled down to the corner, gave my numbers to the clerk The pot's eleven million so I called in sick to work I bought a pack of Camels, a burrito and a Barq's Crossed against the light, made a beeline for the park The sky began to thunder, wind began to moan I heard a voice above me saying, "girl, you better get back home" But I feel lucky, oh oh oh, I feel lucky, yeah No tropical depression gonna steal my sun away Mmmmm, I feel lucky today Now eleven million later, I was sitting at the bar I'd bought the house a double, and the waitress a new car Dwight Yoakam's in the corner, trying to catch my eye Lyle Lovett's right beside me with his hand upon my thigh The moral of this story, it's simple but it's true Hey the stars might lie, but the numbers never do I feel lucky, oh oh oh, I feel lucky, yeah Hey Dwight, hey Lyle, boys, you don't have to fight Hot dog, I'm feeling lucky tonight I feel lucky, brrrrr, I feel lucky, yeah Think I'll flip a coin, I'm a winner either way Mmmmmm, I feel lucky today |
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Rise
I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong- I could be wrong I could be right I could be black I could be white I could be black I could be white I could be white I could be black Your time has come your second skin The cost so high the gain so low Walk through the valley The written work is a lie May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be right I could be black I could be white I could be right I could be wrong I could be black I could be white They put a hot wire to my head Cos of the things I did and said And made these feelings go away Model citizen in every way May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be right I could be black I could be white I could be right I could be wrong I could be black I could be white Your time has come your second skin Cost so high the gain so low Walk through the valley The written word is a lie May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong- They put a hot wire to my head Cos of the things I did and said And made these feelings go away A model citizen in every way Your time has come your second skin Cost so high the gain so low May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you May the road rise with you Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy Anger is an energy |
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learning to fly-( foo-fighters )
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learning to fly-( foo-fighters ) Learn to Fly Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right Hook me up a new revolution Cause this one is a lie We sat around laughing and watched the last one die I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly I think I'm done nursing the patience I can wait one night I'd give it all away if you give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything is alright I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try and make this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try and make this life my own I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to fly |
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Pain lyrics
Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all You're sick of feeling numb You're not the only one I'll take you by the hand And I'll show you a world that you can understand This life is filled with hurt When happiness doesn't work Trust me and take my hand When the lights go out you will understand Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Anger and agony Are better than misery Trust me I've got a plan When the lights go off you will understand Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing Rather feel pain I know (I know I know I know I know) That you're wounded You know (You know you know you know you know) That I'm here to save you You know (You know you know you know you know) I'm always here for you I know (I know I know I know I know) That you'll thank me later Pain, without love Pain, can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain |
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thank's bro !
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thank's bro ! Anytime bro 
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