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Lazy song
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You're so hypnotising
could u be the devil, could you be an angel
your touch magnetizing
feels like going floating, leave my body glowing

They say be afraid
you're not like the others, futuristic lovers
different DNA, they dont understand u

You're from a whole other/another world
a different dimension
you open my eyes
and im ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
take me, t-t-take me
wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away
its supernatural, extraterrestrial

You're so super sonic
wanna feel your powers, stumb me with your lasers
your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic

You're from a whole other/another world
a different dimension
you open my eyes
and im ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
take me, t-t-take me
wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away
its supernatural, extraterrestrial


There is this transcendental, on another level
boy, you're my lucky star
i wanna walk on your wave length
and be there when you vibrate
for you i risk it all
all

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
take me, t-t-take me
wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away
its supernatural, extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away
its supernatural, extraterrestrial
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Been a long road to follow
Been there and gone tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday
Are the memories I hold still valid?
Or have the tears deluded them?
Maybe this time tomorrow
The rain will cease to follow
And the mist will fade into one more today
Something somewhere out there keeps calling
Am I going home?
Will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
Zero gravity what's it like?
Am I alone?
Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
Still the road keeps on telling me to go on
Something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all
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Мы сменили воздух на черную копоть и гарь,
Мы сменили хлеба на газоны с поникшей травой,
Превратили воду в вино, а солнце в фонарь,
Любовь - в тоскливый собачий вой.

Но коль устал , заходи. Здесь живут сегодняшним днем.

Мы сменили поле на тусклые стены квартир,
Мы пустили огонь по линиям слабеющих рук,
Превратили блеск в глазах в колодцы черных дыр,
А музыка наша - пульсирующий стук.

Но коль устал , заходи. Здесь живут сегодняшним днем.

Наши ноги ушли искать счастье, хотя оно здесь.
И мы меряем дружбу толщиной кошелька,
И за металл цвета солнца рвется сердце людей,
Но все ещё горит над нами звезда!

Но коль устал , заходи. Здесь живут сегодняшним днем.
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He met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when he finally gained the courage to ask her to dance

It was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight
The carolers sang as they danced through the night
She was a small town girl, he was a traveling guy
He never caught her name before they said their goodbyes

A couple years later he was out on the road
Having Christmas dinner in a diner alone
When he saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye
Her favorite day of the year she showed her spirits were high
She said sir can you shed a little holiday cheer
A simple Christmas story was all she wanted to hear
He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say here's my favorite Christmas story about a girl with no name

He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance

Every holiday season as he traveled he'd tell about his Christmas dance partner that he never knew well
He'd share his favorite story with the locals he met
He was called the Christmas story telling traveling man

By age 53 he had done settled down
All the neighborhood kids liked to gather around
Just to listen to his stories about his life on the road
All he had now were these children he told
And every Christmas eve they showed up before dark
He'd tell them all the story but they knew it by heart
They could quote it word for word, he always told it the same
It was his favorite Christmas story called the girl with no name

He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance

Twenty years later as he took his last breath
It was on a cold Christmas morning on a hospital bed
The children were grown, he had nobody left
Except the little old nurse who was holding his hand
He said Ma'am can you share a little holiday cheer
A simple Christmas story was all he wanted to hear
But his eyes filled with tears at the words that she spoke
Because his favorite Christmas story was the one that she told

She said I met him up in Delaware in 1937
Though I never caught his name he was a traveling man
December 24th at a quarter till eleven
I'm so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance
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Day in the Life by the Beatles
I read the news today oh, boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords

I saw a film today oh, boy
The english army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
I'd love to turn you on.

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
Ah

I read the news today oh, boy
Four thousand holes in blackburn, lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the albert hall
I'd love to turn you on
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Oh girl I don't know all the reasons why,
I found the answer lookin' in your eye,
I go out walking all day long,
Take away this lonely man soon he will be gone,

Cause I'll tell you everything about living free,
Yes I can see you girl can you see me,

You don't need to know what I do all day,
It's as much as I know watch it waste away,

Cause I'll tell you everything about living free,
Yes I can see you girl can you see me,

Go and see the sorcerer look into a ball,
You may find the answer written on the wall,

The left one was a dancer can you see the answer, Oh

Put her in a mansion on top of the hill,
Please don't make her do things against her will,
I found something special I don't know why,
Looking into her pretty little eye,

Cause I'll tell you everything about living free
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I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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257ers - Auseinanda xD
Okay der Pegel ersteigt,bringe die Mädels zum Schrein
Seit Medusa ihn sah ist mein Penis aus Stein.
Doch im gegensatz zu vorher ist das ekelig weil..
Ich gib mir E's gib mir Schnee gib mir Kekse und Wein.
Wenn ich nicht den Dicksten haben sollte,rede ichs mir ein.
Um ein Guten Part zu schreiben ist mein Schädel zu klein,gib mir den Sebel ich Teil dein Scheiß Leben in 2 und erledige es ....
Yeaah Schwedische Rhymes.Okay 40 Grad im Schatten,doch ich Creme mich nicht ein. GANGSTER ! Ich..... Selfmade! .... hätte uns eh nicht gesignt. Ey ich Schäm mich am Mike,weil mir fehlt eine Line. Ja mein Penis magnetisch..Dein Schäbiges Weib trägt den Gril in der Fresse. Jetzt bläst sie mir ein. Ich versteh diesen Hype nicht wie jeder den Mike. Als ich geboren wurde,wurden gerade die Schläge verteilt.

Refrain:
Wer will frische Kekse haben wir gerade erst gebacken,Vorsicht Finger nicht verbrennen die sind Heiß SCHEIß! Mit übels dicken Madelstückchen und Schokolade auch dabei. Wir haben auch ein paar Sojakekse, hast du Laktoseunverträglichkeit . Wir nehmen alles AUSEINANDA NANANANANANANNANADADA AKK!! - Wir nehmen alles AUSEINANDA NANANANANANANNANADADA.

Leht euch zurück und genießt die Show. Ey sind dass nicht die Hurensöhne aus FAV'S Video? . Ihr werde uns nie wieder los,wir sind Klinisch und tot. Würde wir andere Mucke machen,aber dafür Schnezin zu tot... Guck ich spiele mit Koks,riesen Portion oder liege nur so auf einer Wiese und Flow und Tick nicht mehr richtig wie ein Dealer mit Sohn? Feier S.I.D.O in meinem geleasten Peugeot. Aber wieso nennst du dich denn Hurensohn;Das mag ich nicht so.. Sorry bin ich noch von meinem Vati gewohnt. Jetzt bin ich mal dran mit Fragen, Warum Fragst du so Doof. Zieh den FAV Pulli aus man. Sonst schlag ich dich Tod.Ich hab kein bisschen Flow meine Scheiße ich Rot und Steckelrapper Dissen kann ich mir leisten wie Koks . Für euren .... gib mir Schweinefleisch gegen Gänse gegen Kochen hol dem Meister Trikot.

Refrain:
Wer will frische Kekse haben wir gerade erst gebacken,Vorsicht Finger nicht verbrennen die sind Heiß SCHEIß! Mit übels dicken Madelstückchen und Schokolade auch dabei. Wir haben auch ein paar Sojakekse, hast du Laktoseunverträglichkeit . Wir nehmen alles AUSEINANDA NANANANANANANNANADADA AKK!! - Wir nehmen alles AUSEINANDA NANANANANANANNANADADA.

Und abgehen Jewlz kommt mit Schneezin um die Ecke voll auf Speed und auf Tabelette,Aggresiver blick... und noch N Jäger und der Jewlz haut mir den Kiefer aus der Fresse. Nenn es Alkohol,jetzt trink ich aus der Schnabeltasse Schnaps und danach Rate was ich mach,ich weiß es selber nicht, Laber nur und warte... Mach nen Harten und du Nase kriegst nen Spaten
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Velvet Underground - The Gift

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin, and he to
Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She would
date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She would remain faithful.

But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.
It was more than the human mind could bear.

Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how
she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and
he wasn't there (Awww...).

The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade was scheduled
to appear. He'd just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated Aluminum Company
of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared enough to write.

It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mails. Then it struck
him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple. He would ship himself
parcel post, special delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket to
purchase the necessary equipment. He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that
with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.

By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package
"Fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and
happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the
deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person. She
would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne
up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.

Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very rough
weekend. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about
it though. After it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all,
it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what
Bill could teach Waldo - but that seemed many years ago.

Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen
door and into the kitchen. "Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be
taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen on television. "God, don't even talk about that." She got up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than steak," and then attempted to
touch her knees. "I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."

She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle. "After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him." "I
know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't
really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know
what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over
her mouth. "I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," here
she bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to!" Now she was laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office rang
the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his yellow and his
green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
room. "I dunno."

Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the
muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down
the center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the return address and see who
it's from?" Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the
vibrating footsteps. It would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "Ah, god,
it's from Waldo!" "That schmuck!" said Sheila. Waldo trembled with expectation.
"Well, you might as well open it," said Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the
staple flap. "Ah sst," said Marsha, groaning, "he must have nailed it shut."
They tugged on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" They pulled again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,
breathing heavily.

"Why don't you get a scissor," said Sheila. Marsha ran into the kitchen, but
all she could find was a little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was very out of breath.
"Here, you do it. I-I'm gonna die." She sank into a large fluffy couch and
exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the
end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough
room. "God damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,
"I got an idea." "What?" said Marsha. "Just watch," said Sheila, touching her
finger to her head.

Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his
heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood quite upright and
walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through
the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of
Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.
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Vinter in Hollywood - Ride Like the Wind

They think I'm innocent
I should be hanged for all I've done
They think I'm cool enough
To be allowed to play with guns

Are you man enough, bad enough
Are you smart enough, fast enough

They say that I ride, like the wind
In a storm, all winter long
Got nothing to hide, this vinter is warm
Turning us on

You got them angry, you got them mad
You got them hungry, you got them bad

But you know what they say now

They say that I ride, like the wind
In a storm, all winter long
Got nothing to hide, this vinter is warm
Turning us on

Hey kid!
I think you got what it takes
But the first thing you must learn
is to learn from your mistakes

Win or loose, you get to choose
Sling your gun, just for fun

But you know what they say now
But you know what they say now
But you know what they say about me

They say that I ride, like the wind
In a storm, all winter long
Got nothing to hide, this vinter is warm
Turning us on
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Rush - The Camera Eye

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So familiar
And overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now
Embracing you, this reality here
This one, this form I hold now
So wide-eyed and hopeful
Wide-eyed and hopefully wild

We barely remember
What came before this precious moment
Choosing to be here, right now, hold on
Stay inside

This body holding me
Reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel
Eternal, all this pain is an illusion
______________________________________________________________

We barely remember, who or what came before this precious moment.
We are choosing to be here, right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.

Alive... I...

In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.

Twirling 'round with this familiar parabol.
Spinning, weaving 'round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing,
a chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember; we are eternal,
all this pain is an illusion.
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http://youtu.be/Lt0WP9ZBNiY

Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life


Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

Do you ever want to run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work
It was always there
You don't know what it's like
What it's like
To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
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You say yes
I say no
You say stop
And I say go, go, go!

Oh no!

You say goodbye, and I say hello!
Hello, hello!
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello!

You say high,
I say low
You say why?
And I say "I do't know"!

Oh no!
You say good bye, and I say hello!
Hello, hello!
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello!

Why why why why why why?
Do you say?
Goodbye, goodbye!

Oh no!

You say goodbye, and I say hello!
Hello, hello!
I don't know why you say goodbye,
I say hello-o! Hello!

Hella-Hello-Helloa!
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Going through a bit of a Busted phase at the minute~

At first I told myself
I need my head inspected
I notice little things
Same t-shirt and sun glasses
Then it got weirder see
She cut her hair like me
She bought a red guitar
Kept driving round in my car

I'm kissing her and she
She slams me against the wall
She crashed into a bus
Chasing some super model
She's analysed my smile
She's memorised my phone book
She always wears my clothes
Her favourite words are WOOOHOO!
She looks like, does like, sounds like me
She's stealing my identity
And I'm begging you

Somebody notice me somebody notice
I'm fading away here
What have I got to do to make you see
My girlfriend is a wannabe
And she wants to be me

I'm saying something's wrong
She's out back playing soccer
She used to do ballet
Now she's a heavy smoker
She's so obsessed with me
That she stands up to pee
And now her stupid games
Have started taking over
Don't need no special help
Don't need to see a doctor
I know you're worried but
I'm telling you just watch her
It's like she's cracked my code
Knows things I've never spoke of
She wants sex all the time
and still find time to **** off

She looks like, just like, sounds like me
She's stealing my identity
And I'm begging you!

Somebody notice me somebody notice
I'm fading away here
What have I got to do to make you see
My girlfriend is a wannabe
And she wants to be me

I'm not joking
She won't stop provoking me
I'm going under
What have I got to do to make you see
My girlfriend is a wannabe
And she wants to be me

I'm in the loony bin
Wearing a pale pink nighty
The nurse comes through the door
And whispers so politely
"You're boyfriends here to see you
Look pretty and take a bath
I love his silly band
Can I get his autograph?"

She looks like, does like, sounds like me
She's stealing my identity
And I'm begging you!

Somebody notice me somebody notice
I'm fading away here
What have I got to do to make you see
My girlfriend is a wannabe
And she wants to be me

I'm not joking
She won't stop provoking me
I'm going under
What have I got to do to make you see
My girlfriend is a wannabe
And she wants to be
She wants to be
She wants to be me
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And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
"No, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
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Can Someone post the PSY - Gangnam Style Lyric ?
Seems Legit.. :V
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baby baby baby oh yeaa!
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Momochikun wrote:

Can Someone post the PSY - Gangnam Style Lyric ?
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낮에는 따사로운 인간적인 여자
커피 한잔의 여유를 아는 품격 있는 여자
밤이 오면 심장이 뜨거워지는 여자
그런 반전 있는 여자

나는 사나이
낮에는 너만큼 따사로운 그런 사나이
커피 식기도 전에 원샷 때리는 사나이
밤이 오면 심장이 터져버리는 사나이
그런 사나이

아름다워 사랑스러워
그래 너 hey 그래 바로 너 hey

아름다워 사랑스러워
그래 너 hey 그래 바로 너 hey
지금부터 갈 데까지 가볼까

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정숙해 보이지만 놀 땐 노는 여자
이때다 싶으면 묶었던 머리 푸는 여자
가렸지만 웬만한 노출보다 야한 여자
그런 감각적인 여자

나는 사나이
점잖아 보이지만 놀 땐 노는 사나이
때가 되면 완전 미쳐버리는 사나이
근육보다 사상이 울퉁불퉁한 사나이
그런 사나이

아름다워 사랑스러워
그래 너 hey 그래 바로 너 hey

아름다워 사랑스러워
그래 너 hey 그래 바로 너 hey
지금부터 갈 데까지 가볼까

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뛰는 놈 그 위에 나는 놈
baby baby
나는 뭘 좀 아는 놈

뛰는 놈 그 위에 나는 놈
baby baby
나는 뭘 좀 아는 놈

You know what I’m saying

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