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You are better than me,girls,money,and everything I try to compete with you,
but you beat me at everything i do
I see in you the things that would like to be
But im different from you,
So I guess you'll have to be like me!
I cannot be bought my personality is what I choose
I was brought up without a silver cup I wont
covet the thing owned by you
For all the world material things are now more and more
jealousy for me and you won't covet the
things owned by your store
[Thanks to B182boy2@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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When the clock strikes two
There's so much to do
and I cant explain what i need
Jobs and social group
Hearing the latest new
keepin your reputation clean
And I dont wanna worry
about being on time
I see the way you hurry
and time runs your like again
The difference between east and west
monney means so much less
and objects aren't so important to buy
I wish that earth clock
could often just be stopped
and then we look into the time
And I Don't wanna worry
about being on time
I see the way you hurry
and time runs your life again
[Thanks to B182boy2@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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Why can't people just understand
money's something in the nature of the hand
now as we need something to help us with
all used up and nothing more to give
Change for the better
no more laziness kills like murder
help another you want for someday
you cant hide while I'm running
And all these people they don't comprehend
all those obscure animals aren't even in their pen
along the wheels comes the pain and strife,
?
Change for the better
no more laziness kills like murder
help another you want for someday
you cant hide while I'm running
And all these people they don't comprehend
all those obscure animals aren't even in their pen
along the wheels comes the pain and strife,
?
Change for the better
no more laziness kills like murder
help another you want for someday
you cant hide while I'm running
Change for the better
no more laziness kills like murder
help another you want for someday
you cant hide while I'm running
[Thanks to sexyclown_inyourhouse69@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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The thoughts, the thing that's I don't know
?
it's all what keeps my mind clear
you laugh at ?
you can do what you want to
I need some time alone
between what answers
I need some time alone
don't talk to me
don't notice me
don't talk to me
don't notice me
It's all what keeps my mind clear
you laugh at ?
not in the mood, not just to justify
not to think of what a lie
you can do what you want to
I need some time alone
between what answers
I need some time alone
don't talk to me
don't notice me
don't talk to me
don't notice me
[Thanks to sexyclown_inyourhouse69@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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Two different people, two different places
Through a one way window with two different faces
Agreements are not reached, faces are forgotten
The other person's shoes, you've not got in
Stubborn minded enclosed to your own world
Wake up and see someone else's morals
What right to you
Might be true
It's a different point of view to you
You cannot see things that are different to me
And I can't understand why you cannot see
The things that I cannot see
I see what you don't see
I see what you don't see
Turn around and the shadows are all around me
Two different people, two different places
Through a one way window with two different faces
Agreements are not reached, faces are forgotten
The other person's shoes, you've not got in
[Thanks to B182boy2@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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The Marlboro Man is dead
long live the Marlboro Man
in our dreams he remains the hero
of a thousand billboards,
the ultimate salesman
for the sexy macho flame of death.
yes, the original Marlboro Man is gone,
but his son, the Marlboro Man, Jr., lives on--
going boldly where his father
never dared to go...
the Marlboro Man has come again
his kingdom has no end
this time around he's selling something new
it's called the Spiral Slam Dance Fever
and it's like therapy
it's guaranteed to make you act the fool
proud Americans do your holy dances
make a fool of yourself
strange Americans do what you must do
put the broomstick between your legs
wild Americans tear down your defenses
(make a fool of yourself)
proud Americans do your HOLY HOLY
the Marlboro Man understands
what dancing's all about
he learned it from the ancient astronauts
he makes a fool of himself
in the biggest proudest way
he gives it all he's got
he takes it all away again
breathe into the feeling...1...2...
ride the broomstick
in the Spiral Slam Dance Fever
the Marlboro Man can spit into the wind
and not get sprayed
he smokes and smokes and smokes
but he never coughs
he loves martinis with his brown rice
and sex with his TV
committing crimes that don't break any laws
no truth or consequences
holy dances...Holy dances...Holy dances
[Thanks to sexyclown_inyourhouse69@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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In the darkest tunnel it's nice to see a light
not just a headlight
like the one that's heading right for me
it would be nice if things could turn out right
turn out right yeah
don't think I'll ever see the day
I must have done something wrong
or maybe pissed off God
I think of Chinese food when I think of life
that's sweet and sour
my life is sweet as saccharine
you know three week old milk and grapes are not
not the same, no
I am the one Johnny Carcinogen
I must have fucked with some witch
in turn she cursed me, cursed my life
at the end of the longest line
that's where I will always be
if you need to find me, just go to
the end of the longest line
But officer that was a yellow light
the light was red, son
insubordination, reckless driving
I must be wrong, this can't be right
I don't belong, this world is much to dangerous
for someone lacking luck, like me
At the end of the longest line
that's where I will always be
if you need to find me, just go to
the end of the longest line
at the end of the longest line
that's where I will always be
at the end of the longest line
[Thanks to sexyclown_inyourhouse69@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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Seen enough to eye you
but I've seen to much to try you
it's always weirdness while you
dig too much to fry you
the weirdness flows between us
freak scene just can't believe us
why can't it be cool and free us
Seen enough to eye you
but I've seen to much to try you
it's always weirdness while you
dig too much to fry you
the weirdness flows between us
freak scene just can't believe us
why can't it be cool and free us
It's so fucked, I can't believe it
if there's a way I wish I'd see it
how could it work, just can't conceive us
oh what a mess it's just to leave it
Sometimes I don't thrill you
sometimes I think I'll kill you
just don't let me fuck up will you
cause when I need a friend it's still you.
[Thanks to sexyclown_inyourhouse69@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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