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When the tears come streaming down your face
Cos you lose something you can't replace When you love someone but it goes to waste Could it be worse Beautiful lyrics from Coldplay's - fix you What are your favourite lyrics |
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"King Nothing" - Metallica
Wish I may Wish I might Have this I wish tonight Are you satisfied? Dig for gold Dig for fame You dig to make your name Are you pacified? All the wants you waste All the things you've chased *And it all crashes down And you break your crown And you point your finger But there's no one around **Just want one thing Just to play the king But the castle crumbled And you've left with just a name Where's your crown? King nothing*** Hard and cold Bought and sold A heart as hard as gold Are you satisfied Wish I might Wish I may You wish your life away Are you pacified All the wants you waste All the things you've chased I wish I may I wish I might Have this wish I wish tonight I want that star i want it now I want it all and i don't care how Careful what you wish Careful what you say Careful what you wish You may regret it Careful what you wish You just might get it Then it all crashes down And you break your crown And you point your finger But there's no one around Nothin' No, you're just nothin' Where's your crown, King Nothing? No, you're just nothin' Absolutely nothin' |
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Edited by
mightymoe
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Sat 02/15/14 03:53 PM
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Make that money, fake that bunny, ache my tummy
On the fence, all the time Paint young honey, face so sunny, ain'��t that funny All my friends always lie to me I know they'��re thinking'� You'��re too mean, I don't like you, f*** you anyway You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs It hurts but I won'��t fight you You suck anyway You make me wanna die, right when I'�� When I wake up I'��m afraid, somebody else might take my place (x3) When I wake up I'��m afraid, somebody else might end up being me The Neighbourhood, Afraid |
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I hope you're not intending
To be so condescending it's as much as i can take and you're so independent you just refuse to bend so I keep bending till I break Staind- right here waiting |
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Happy Mondays - Kinky Afro! One of the best starting lyrics in a song - ' Son i'm 30, i only went with your mother cos she's dirty! ' Class!
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Nice to Be Around [From Cinderella Liberty] Hello, such a simple way to start a love affair Should I jump right in and say how much I care? Would you take me for the madness of a simple-hearted clown? Hello, with affection from a sentimental fool From a little girl who's broken every rule One who brings me up when all the others seem to let me down One who's nice to be around Should I say that it's a blue world without you Nice words I remember from an old love song But all wrong 'cause I've never called it love before This feeling's new, it came with you Oh, and I know that the nicest things have never seemed to last That we're both a bit embarrassed by our past But I think there's something special in the feelings that we've found And you're nice to be around, and you're nice to be around. |
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Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train. Switch on summer from a slot machine. Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything. I know we've come a long way, We're changing day to day, But tell me, where do the children play? Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass. For your lorryloads pumping petrol gas. And you make them long, and you make them tough. But they just go on and on, and it seems you can't get off. Oh, I know we've come a long way, We're changing day to day, But tell me, where do the children play? When you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air. Will you keep on building higher 'til there's no more room up there? Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry? Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die? I know we've come a long way, We're changing day to day, But tell me, where do the children play? "Where Do The Children Play" - Cat Stevens |
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Mama they try and break me
The window burns to light the way back home A light that warms no matter where they've gone They're off to find the hero of the day But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way Still the window burns Time so slowly turns And someone there is sighing Keepers of the flames Do ya feel your name? Can't you hear your babies crying? Mama they try and break me Still they try and break me 'Scuze me while I tend to how I feel These things return to me that still seem real Now deservingly this easy chair But the rocking stopped by wheels of despair Don't want your aid But the first I've make For years can't hold or feel No, I'm not all me So please excuse me While I tend to how I feel *But now the dreams and waking screams That ever last the night So build the wall, behind the crawl And hide until it's light So can you hear your babies cryin' now? Still the window burns Time so slowly turns And someone there is sighing Keepers of the flames Do ya feel your name? Can't you hear your babies crying? metallica, hero of the day |
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OASIS - THE MASTERPLAN :- Take the time to make some sense of what you wanna say / And cast your words away upon the waves / Sail them home with acquiesce on a ship of hope today / And as they land upon the shore tell them not to fear no more / Sing it loud and sing it proud today / And then dance if you wanna dance / Please brother take a chance / You know they wanna go / Which way they wanna go, all we...know ways that we don't know / How it's gonna be / Please brother let it be / Life on the other hand / Won't let us understand / We're all part of the masterplan! This is only the first part of this song. Too tired to type the rest, as it's been a long day!
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I bleach the sky
every night loaded on wrong and further from right spinning around two howling moons cos there always there whatever I do the river is loaded I've been there today tool it some questions she does me again I'd die in your arms if you were dead too here comes a lie we will always be true going up when coming down scratch away it's the little things that kill tearing at my brains again the little things that kill the little things that kill bigger you give bigger you get we're boss at denial our best at forget cupboard is empty we really need food summer is winter and you always knew Bush - Little Things |
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Edited by
romeoindespair
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Sat 02/15/14 07:11 PM
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I hate when it rains, cause in puddles I encounter this guy
Unable to give a rebuttal but swift as the pain flood his eyes Wonderin why he's a gift with no purpose A priceless one-of-a-kind piece that's worthless Grounded with no surface And when he shows one, it's a facade Cause inside he fights feelings that he was mistake by God I see his confusion and self-deception Questions of relevance and intelligence He holds an illusion of self-acceptance That he shows to those outside lookin in He's outside lookin in to his own life; lookin for strength To carry on as a pawn in this chess game of existance In his mind he wants to go on to the dawn And leave the stress that came with existance Hopin in death he'll find life Cause as he lives, he roams the dark, tryin to find light He's made his heart so hard, he doesn't even cry anymore Cause he's confronted sorrow frequently His heart's been broken frequently It's like he's lost some part of him and just haven't found it yet So in his search, he's left with nothin but questions and regret All he wants to know is how one day, he's content And the next day he's cryin Cause his life isn't what he thought life meant He just wants to be happy, with his love and all But too often I get messages through telepathic calls He's askin me through a puddle what more must he endure to continue But for some reason he knows he most endure to continue Shadows have shadows eyedea I stand alone Burned every bridge over the troubled water No longer hiding from my personality disorder A stronger tide is coming, I've been running Trying to function fine without my mind Climbing out this ****ing corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals A forgotten rebel craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands To develop an evident level of benevolence So it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil This is a message to anyone I've met that thinks they know me Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear That I might go nuts this year If I don't slow up I'll see you one my way One day this ****'ll kill me but I guess that it's OK I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate And I don't ****ing love music I just use it to escape I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face And putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake Introducing the corroded bones I hide behind my smile I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now And keeps me down, stealing all my energy I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity Not dealing with my tendencies I peel the skin and then I squeeze The real imprinted Hanse's disease Not illing in this century, I'm kneeling to the entity Who built this penitentiary, as filthy as a centipede And guiltless in a sense cause he was willing to Just let me bleed, While I wore a game face In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place This planet's just an overpopulated mental hospital Each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle So here it is, I'm finally coming out my shell All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself I'm insecure about every facet of my existence From my addictions, to the condition I choose to live in Who you kidding, I suffer from excess anxiety A product of pollution in American society Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind And I no longer have an ego I can hide behind But I've been fine disregarding my insanity Every form of art isolates you from humanity But it's provoked against being force fed So **** education for a decade and 3 years Of headaches from my peers Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own They taught me how to know everything except my soul Which is everything I need to grow, everything that keeps me whole Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea So I leave with golden hope To rip the beast that holds my focus But the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 feet or 100 feet The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains So people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the rap that's been Filling my organs drilling short distorted portions Of morbid masochistic torture that unfortunately crafted An interest to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder The minutes get shorter, walls start to close in Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothespin I've hidden in the darkness for too long I make it look alright but in the inside its so wrong I want life to change but I don't know if it can For a man or machine or whatever the **** I am I stand alone burned every bridge over the troubled water No longer hiding from my personality disorder You want to die my life well come and stay in madness's favorite little corner Cause even Shadows have Shadows And my secrets are eating me Eagerly feeding to scream my dreams away But they keep on defeating me (Even shadows have shadows) Welcome to the filthy subconscious of an actor Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter (Even shadows have shadows) How am I to break free from my fears When I don't like what I see And I can't feel what I hear? (Even shadows have shadows) So don't judge my book by it's cover Cause my story's just as ****ed up as any other! |
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I hate when it rains, cause in puddles I encounter this guy Unable to give a rebuttal but swift as the pain flood his eyes Wonderin why he's a gift with no purpose A priceless one-of-a-kind piece that's worthless Grounded with no surface And when he shows one, it's a facade Cause inside he fights feelings that he was mistake by God I see his confusion and self-deception Questions of relevance and intelligence He holds an illusion of self-acceptance That he shows to those outside lookin in He's outside lookin in to his own life; lookin for strength To carry on as a pawn in this chess game of existance In his mind he wants to go on to the dawn And leave the stress that came with existance Hopin in death he'll find life Cause as he lives, he roams the dark, tryin to find light He's made his heart so hard, he doesn't even cry anymore Cause he's confronted sorrow frequently His heart's been broken frequently It's like he's lost some part of him and just haven't found it yet So in his search, he's left with nothin but questions and regret All he wants to know is how one day, he's content And the next day he's cryin Cause his life isn't what he thought life meant He just wants to be happy, with his love and all But too often I get messages through telepathic calls He's askin me through a puddle what more must he endure to continue But for some reason he knows he most endure to continue whats the song? |
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hate in a puddle by illogic
he's probably my favorite lyricist |
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When the night has come
And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me Stand by Me, Ben E. King (but the remake by Ki: Theory is killer) |
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You could be my someone
you could be my scene you know that i'll protect you from all of the obscene I wonder what you're doing imagine where you are there's oceans in between us but that's not very far Can you take it all away can you take it all away well ya shoved it in my face this pain you gave to me Can you take it all away can you take it all away well ya shoved it in my face Everyone is changing there's no one left that's real to make up your own ending and let me know just how you feel cause I am lost without you I cannot live at all my whole world surrounds you I stumble then I crawl puddle of mudd - blurry |
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the soothing light at the end of the tunnel just mite be a fright train comming your way metalica
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"Whiskey bottles and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way" "Inert flesh a bloody tomb A decorated splatter brightens the room" "Valhalla waits Valkyries rise and fall The warriors tomb lie open for us all A ghostly hand reaches through the veil Blood and sand we will prevail" "Time is a piece of wax falling on a termite whose choking on the splinters" |
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"Whiskey bottles and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way" "Inert flesh a bloody tomb A decorated splatter brightens the room" "Valhalla waits Valkyries rise and fall The warriors tomb lie open for us all A ghostly hand reaches through the veil Blood and sand we will prevail" "Time is a piece of wax falling on a termite whose choking on the splinters" lol, becks lyrics never make any sense... good song tho |
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Stars are blazing like rebel diamonds..cut out from the sun!
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So Goddamned easy to write this,
you make it spill on the page, So drunk on your self, self-righteous The laughing stock of your own f***ing stage. But I ain't one to call names, or throw stones in a house of glass. You try me. This is a motherf***ing invitation, The only one you could ever need. This is a motherf***ing invitation, You try me. Lamb of God - Redneck 
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