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Post lyrics to a song thats on your mind.

With friends like you, who needs enemies?
You ain't right, you ain't never gonna be
You're out of the car, I'm afraid you've been declined
You shake my hand, while you're pissing on my leg
I'm cuttin' you loose, I don't need this misery
Your soul is toxic, you ain't no friend of mine, no!

You talk real trash when I'm not around
To build yourself up, you gotta tear me down
You'll have to excuse me, I've got better things to do
You smile through your teeth, you talk out your neck
Every chance you get you're gonna stab my back
Your time's run out, I've got nothing left for you...

I'm leaving you far behind
I'm leaving you far behind
Stop wasting all, all my time
I'm leaving you far behind, yeah!

So I'm pulling out the weeds, I'm taking stock
You can talk the talk, but can't walk the walk
Your narcissistic ways have gotten the best of you
So I'm leaving you to sink, in all your glory
For you and me it's the end of the story
Get out of my way, I've got better things to do...

I'm leaving you far behind
I'm leaving you far behind
Stop wasting all, all my time
I'm leaving you far behind

With friends like you, who needs enemies?
You ain't right, you ain't never gonna be
Your soul is toxic, you ain't no friend of mine
 
I was like a moving violation
Give me a ticket and I'm ready to ride
Thought I was the queen of syncopation
You know you can't give the queen no bad advice
 
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy ~
When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear
How much I love you,

Please don't take
My Sunshine away
 
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
"Get a job, you ****in' slob!" is all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

And then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
And then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
And then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
And then you really might know what it's like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom, he said he was in love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll, I'm the man you've been dreamin' of"
But three months later, he say he won't date her or return her call
And she swear, "*******, if I find that man, cuttin' off his *****!"

And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door
They call her a killer and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
And then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
And then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like

I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin, I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win and a sad man grin, I've heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad and the down side of up and everything between
I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup and smoked the finest green

I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke they heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

(Good mornin')
I knew this kid named Max, he used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late, he liked to get ****faced and keep the pace with thugs
'Til late one night, there was a big gunfight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his Colt .45, talked some **** and wound up dead

And now his wife and his kids are caught in midst of all of this pain
You know it crumbles that way, at least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

And then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
And then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
To have to lose
 
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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 needed to come back down to earth
 
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more
One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him, "What's it for?"
He said, "I have seen them." I said, "O.K., it's yours."
And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out
And the town becomes anarchy
Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured
The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure

Get out!
Eject!
Escape from the Prison Planet!
Get out!
Eject!
Escape from the Prison Planet!

And to the tune of a billion dollars, I supplied to the D.O.E.
Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology
And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years
The Men In Black have been bending my ear
As a matter of fact, they were just here today
But I escaped them through a secret passageway
Once I lived there for a thousand days

Get out!
Eject!
Escape from the Prison Planet!
Get out!
Eject!
Escape from the Prison Planet!

I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans
Move out west and buy some desert lands
Or maybe up North, just past Alaska
You know nothing of this if they ask you
Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over
So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove
By Jove, I think it's started. Oh yeah,
Escape from the Prison Planet!

Billion people harvest on Mars
Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk
One mile from the pyramid
Escape from the Planet of the Apes
Go forth, ad infinitum
Return the relics to the Elephants
And Atlantis rises

Get out!
Eject!
Escape from the Prison Planet!
Ejector seat ignite, oh yeah!

Billion people harvest on Mars
Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk
One mile from the pyramid
Escape from the Planet of the Apes
Go forth, ad infinitum
Return the relics to the Elephants
And Atlantis rises
 
Fill the cracks in with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't thinking it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings
Mercy killings, mercy killings, killings, killings, killings

Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
 
Whoever thought you'd be better
At turnin' a screw than me?
I do it for my life...

Suguri said:
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
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Up on my podium as the know-it-all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement, gavel's bang uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier-than-thou, could-be messenger of God
 
Don't you notice how
I get quiet when there's no one else around?
Me and you and awkward silence
Don't you dare look at me that way
I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same

Oh, the burning pain
Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate
"She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah
Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day
Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say

That when I talk to you oh, Cupid walks right through
And shoots an arrow through my heart
And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?
Confess I loved you from the start

ZeldaCrossing64 said:
Up on my podium as the know-it-all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement, gavel's bang uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier-than-thou, could-be messenger of God
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Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, rappel down the rocks behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me, some people live to destroy me
Either way they die, they die

(Yes, my tastes in music are that weird.)
 
So be it, threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it, settle the score
Touch me again, for the words
That you will hear evermore

Don't tread on me!
 
Redemption purify
Will nothing satisfy?
The scars just multiply
In the shine of the midnight revolver

Twisting in apocalypse
Death upon the fingertips
Frigid metal touches lips
In the shine of the midnight revolver
 
Hey vanity, this vial's empty and so are you
Hey glamorous, this vial's not God anymore
Yeah

Speak, I don't get it
Should I ignore the fashion or go by the book?
I don't want it
I just want your eyes fixated on me
Coming back
Coming back around the fur

Prostitute, climb back down from the floor
Please don't **** around and die like this
'Cause I love her

Speak, I don't get it
Should I ignore the fashion or go by the book?
I don't want it
I just want your eyes fixated on me
Coming back
Coming back around the fur

Speak, speak, you're so bad to me
I don't want to get dressed up anyway
Come on, have some fun
I'm innocent, drop your weapons and come on
Speak, you're a liar
You're a liar and I don't care about her, her, her!
 
Stealing a moment from Mr. Time
He rocks in his chair like a shiny dime
But it's all for show, all for show

Wearing your name and a number or two
When the minute's up, so are you
But everybody knows, everybody knows

Watching the hour from the light in his eyes,
He waits for your soul to come in from the sky
But it's lost below, lost below

Turning the Wheel of your destiny 'round,
When the motion stops - no more sound,
Does anybody care, anybody care?

Where's the man, where's the child
Wrapped together side by side?
Who can tell you what to do,
When Mr. Time has come for you?

See the truth, hear the lies,
Can there be no compromise
And who can tell you what they knew,
When Mr. Time has come for you?
 
For a hill, men would kill
Why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test their pride

Men of five still alive
Through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain
That they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
 
And the Earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one
And my ties are severed clean
The less I have, the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign

Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will
Yeah, you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home, yeah-yeah!
 
(Ohhh) Shape shift, nose to the wind
Shape shift, feeling I've been
Move swift, all senses clean
Earth's gift, back to the meaning
Back to the meaning of life

Suguri said:
Where I lay my head is home, yeah-yeah!
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And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

(I was thinking of posting the lyrics to that song earlier. Coincidence?)
 
you say, "I'll just make a copy for me and a friend"
then he'll make one and she'll make one
so when will it end?
do the right thing
it's really simple for you
the copyright law
it will tell you what to do
buy one for every computer you use
anything else is like going to the store
taking the disk
and walking out the door
it's called thiefin'
stealin'
takin' what's not yours
 
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