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Post lyrics to a song thats on your mind.

The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow down through the hollow sound, torn up

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made
 
We care a lot!
We care a lot! (Uh-huh)

(We care a lot!) About disasters, fires, floods and killer bees
(We care a lot!) About Los Angeles falling in the sea
(We care a lot!) About starvation and the food that Live Aid bought
(We care a lot!) About disease, baby Rock, Hudson, rock, yeah!

We care a lot!
We care a lot!

(We care a lot!) About the gamblers and the pushers and the freaks
(We care a lot!) About the people who live up the streets
(We care a lot!) About the welfare of all the boys and girls
(We care a lot!) About you people cause we're out to save the world, yeah!

It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
Well, it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
Well, it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
And it's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it (whoa-whoa-oh-oh)
Well, it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it

(We care a lot!) About the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines
(We care a lot!) About the NY, SF and LAPD
(We care a lot!) About you people
(We care a lot!) About your guns
(We care a lot!) About the wars you're fighting, gee that looks like fun!
(We care a lot!) About the Cabbage Patch, The Smurfs and DMC
(We care a lot!) About Madonna and we cop for Mr. T
(We care a lot!) About the little things, the bigger things we top!
(We care a lot!) About you people, yeah, you bet we care a lot, yeah!

Whoa-whoa-oh-oh
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
Well, it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
And it's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it (whoa-whoa-oh-oh)
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
And it's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
 
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He was a boy,
She was a girl,
Can I make it any more obvious?
He was a punk,
She did ballet,
What more can I say?
He wanted her,
She'd never tell,
Secretly she wanted him as well.
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose;
They had a problem with his baggy clothes.

He was a skater boy,
She said "See you later, boy,"
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face,
But her head was up in space,
She needs to come back down to Earth...
 
“Help, I'm steppin' into the twilight zone
Place is a madhouse, feels like being cold
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go now that I've gone too far? (Oh oh oh)

So you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
So you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
I'm fallin' down a spiral, destination unknown
Double crossed messenger, all alone
Can't get no connection, can't get through
Where are you?“
 
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
In television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
 
Eyes boring a way through me
Paralyze, controlling completely
Now there is a fire in me
A fire that burns

This fire is out of control
I'm gonna burn this city, burn this city
This fire is out of control
I'm gonna burn this city, burn this city
This fire is out of control
We're gonna burn this city, burn this city
This fire is out of control
We're gonna burn it, I'll burn it, I, I, I'll burn it down
 
I can't stand to watch the six o'clock news,
It's enough to give an average sensitive person the blues.
Can't get it up.

I don't know about commercial appeal,
But what you put in your head just can't help affect how you feel.
So let's keep it up.

Prophets of doom try to capture you,
They get around like the Asian flu,
But they can't get me, because I go for the up.
 
Turn on the video therapy

너 모를 새에 훔쳐 가
널 모두 Copy
내 안에 너를 묶어 가

All ready, radi-radio
둘만의 Stereo
네 맘에 중독돼
끌 수 없는 너의 Resist

Turn on the video therapy

Neo moreul saee humchyeo ga
Neol modu copy
Naе ane neoreul mukkеo ga

All ready, radi-radio
Dulmanui stereo
Ne mame jungdokdwae
Kkeul su eomneun neoui resist
 
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah
 
So let me get this straight
The only will is my own
I do whatever I want and stay alone
All my decisions make it
Untouchable and tainted

I'm gonna suffer for the rest of my life
But I will always find a way to survive
I'm not a failure but I know what it's like
I can take it, or leave it, or die!
 
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“G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by the glamorous
Ooh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?)
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous
Ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous
Ooh, the flossy, flossy

Wear them gold and diamonds rings
All them things don't mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines
Shoppin' for expensive things
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougie scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine
I'm no queen, I'm no machine
I still go to Taco Bell,
Drive-thru, raw as h
I don’t care, I’m still real
No matter how many records I sell.”
 
Gather patterns,
Make them yellow (yellow)
Turn them around,
Make them a sound (a sound)
Triangular daisies
Makes me spacey
For you, for you
For you, again, for you,
Uh-oh, hell no.
 
See the legend rising from the gates of time
Now all feel the magic of the Master Sword
Wisdom, courage, and the power unite
Now all feel the glory of the Master Sword
(Power, power) Power of the Triforce
(Power, power) Power of the Triforce
All feel the glory of the Master Sword raised high
 
Don’t come lookin
By Jackson Dean

Got a head full o' noise

'Bout a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Trouble on one hand, a beer in the other

[Chorus]
Got the windows down and my fingers crossed
Just looking for a brand-new way to get lost

So long, four wheels turnin'
Got a tank full of gas down the road I'm burnin'
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come a lookin'

[Verse 2]
Feels good, about time
Blue skies ahead and BS behind
Got the wind in my hair
Got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Maybe Moab, maybe the Rockies
Maybe the Great Soft Plains or the hills of Kentucky
Maybe north, maybe south
I don't care as long as it's now

[Chorus]
So long, four wheels turnin'
Got a tank full of gas down the road I'm burning
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come a lookin
 
Under the words of men
Something is tempting the Father
Where is your will, my friend?
Insatiates never even bother

You and I, wrong or right
Traded a lie for the leverage
In between lens in light
You're not what you seem
 
Charlie you can hide your thoughts
Or tell me how you really feel
Purple hands
Pass from reel to reel
Pretend to play with your phone
Or look me in the eyes so we're not alone
I hear your voice
In every dial tone

And I call you back (x2)
And I comb my hair
As I wonder why
Like a circuit bend
In a foreign sky
It's a foolish wish
Just one deep kiss

Don't know why our love is crazy
Hearing voices, your wolves raised me
15 missed calls, can you blame me
Charlie, be real...
Do you love me?
 
Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night
It ain't Kodachrome and it isn't black and white
Take me for a fool if you feel that's right
Well I'm never on my own but there's nobody in sight
I don't know why I'm scared of the lightning

Trying to reach me
I can't turn to the left or the right
I'm too scared to run and I'm too weak to fight
But I don't care it's all psychobabble rap to me

Psychobabble

Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night
It's in Dolby stereo but I never hear it right
Take me for a fool well that's alright
Well I see the way to go but there isn't any light
I don't know why I'm scared of the lightning

Trying to reach me
Help me to find what I don't wanna know
You're taking me there but I don't wanna go
I don't care it's all psychobabble rap to me

Psychobabble all psychobabble
Psychobabble all psychobabble
I don't care it's all psychobabble rap to me
 
Hate, something, sometime, someway
Something kick off the front floor
Mine, something inside I'll never ever follow
So give me something
That is for real, I'll never ever follow
 
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