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Where did you go Axl Rose?
Angel lives alone in East Baltimore
Eviction notice stapled to her front door
Bleach-blond hair, fishnet pantyhose
God she wishes it was 15 years ago
When buying her a drink meant anything
You wanted that night... was alright
But through cocaine tears and 15 years
You know she sleeps alone tonight
Where did you go Axl Rose?
Ricky lives alone... mother's basement
37 got nothing yet to show for it
Heavy metal man with his long hair
The top is gone but he's still rockin' the ponytail
All he's got now is post grunge apathy
(catastrophe)
He says The Vines and The White Stripes
Just don't get it for me and my friends
Take me back when...
Where did you go Axl Rose?
Till one night at karaoke
Ricky was kickin out Bon Jovi
"Dead Or Alive" I think it was
And right then Angel fell in love
She knew they'd be together
Stuck in the past together
He don't care he's stuck in the '80s
She don't care she's stuck in the '80s
They don't care they're stuck in the '80s
We don't care we're stuck in the '80s
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Love I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes
Love, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
The heat I see in your eyes
In your eyes in your eyes
In your eyes in your eyes
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Do you feel the need
To laugh behind my back?
Does it make up for
All the things you seem to lack?
But I see through you
Jealousy can't make you strong
I'll walk right through you
You'll close your eyes and I'll be...
Gone...do everything to prove you
Wrong...You're the ones that don't
Belong...Now you finally see that
I just can't stay in one place
Where I get torn down
When there's nobody else around
What doesn't kill me
Only makes me strong
If you can't feel me
Just close your eyes cause I'll be
Gone...do everything to prove you
Wrong...You're the ones that don't
Belong...now you finally see that
I just can't stay in a place
Where I get torn down
When there's nobody else around
All my life I've tried to find
My place where I fit in
Now I find in the dark I'm blind
To what everybody else thinks I am
Gone...do everything to prove you
Wrong...you're the ones that don't
Belong...Now you finally see that
I just can't stay in a place
Where I get torn down
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Debbie just hit the wall
She never had it all
One prozac a day
Husband's a C.P.A.
Here dreams went out the door
Once she turned 24
Only been with one man
What happened to her plans
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake that ass
On the hood of Whitesnake's car
Now her SUV has become the enemy
Looks at her average life
Nothing has been alright... since
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
She's seen all the classics
at least a hundred times
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink,
Fast Times At Ridgemont
She rocks out to Wham!
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Never knew George was gay
Hoped they'd hook up one day
Where's her fairy tale, where's her dream?
Where's the quarterback
From her high school football team?
Where's her fairy tale, where's her dream?
How many times will she ask herself
What happened to me?
(the rubber broke) ... When
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
She hates time / make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock
She hates time / make it stop
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
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You like when we go fast
So my foot's on the brake
Used to be my girl
But now you're just my worst mistake
You don't see it, not a subtle change
Makes me laugh you turned into a cliche
Everytime you told me
That we'd never say goodbye... was a lie
You knew what to expect from me
Just like a hit of exctasy
You made me high
You think I still want you
After all you put me through
You think I can't walk away
And find someone better for me
Just take your overactive ego
Shrink it down like a mosquito
Baby lovin you was such a chore
Til I got bored
Now I don't think about you anymore
From the first time I saw you naked
I could see the future
I knew that my world was shaken
Lost my innocence then I lost my mind
Thank god now I see
Cause with you I must have been blind cause
Everytime you told me
That we'd never say goodbye... was a lie
Just like a common criminal
You gave me just the minimal to
Keep me hanging on inside
Now that I can breathe
I'm done with therapy
It's your turn to burn
Covered up in lies
And still so full of pride
I hope you choke
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I met her just last Wednesday
By Friday she was mine
Saturday she spent the night
And everything was fine
By Sunday she was on my nerves
I wanna be alone
Tuesday's here it's been a week
Why won't she go home
In the bedroom she's faking
All the good ones are taken
Do I have freak stamped across my forehead
I just want a normal girlfriend
But here we go again
The start of week two
She cooks me dinner at her pad
But I can't believe its just so
I can meet her mom and dad
So I sat her down and told her
I just wanna be friends
Today when I got home
The crazy bitch was movin in
In the bedroom she's faking
All the good ones are taken
Do I have freak stamped across my forehead
I just want a normal girlfriend
But here we go again
Dear God I'm so ashamed
I'll do anything to get laid
In the bedroom she's faking
All the good ones are taken
Do I have freak stamped across my forehead
I just want a normal girlfriend
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I never got high the first time I tried
Just like everyone
I know the cigarettes were bold
For a little four foot nothing ten year-old
On hot summer days
We'd go down to the mall
Send security climbin' up the walls
Just like everyone
We were forever young
I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked-up all-American
I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
Fucked-up all-American
We lived out our lives like we would never die
Just like everyone
But before Keith went to bed
He put a double barrel shotgun to his head
I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked-up all-American
I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
Fucked-up all-American
Smashing bottles and cans
For reasons I don't understand
When I look at the past
It's like staring at pieces of broken glass
I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked-up all-American
I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
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There's a hole
In my Goodwill shoes
From walking down
The eastside street too long
Well I'm trying to get out
Get out while I can
Cause this town's wonder years
Have come and gone
I can't express myself
I just depress myself
Of all your choices man
You think you just get one right
I never wanted this
Dirty white trash kiss
Thanks for giving me
Your blue light special life
The kid next door
With the filthy face
Scrapes his gum
Right off the sidewalk
A ripped t-shirt
A new used pair of jeans
He's a clothesline clepto
Backyard parking lot
Now I know it's all your fault
I can't express myself
I just depress myself
Of all your choices man
You think you just get one right
I never wanted this
Dirty white trash kiss
Thanks for giving me
Your blue light special life
[breakdown]
I can't express myself
I just depress myself
Of all your choices man
You think you just get one right
I never wanted this
Dirty white trash kiss
Thanks for giving me
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Smiling faces on magazines
Checkout line trash beauty queens
The Good time party has to crash
Say Goodbye fairweather friend
Use me up until the end
By the way can you spare any cash?
So Light yourself a big cigar
Lease a house and seven cars
Live like the Hip-Hop Superstars
Never like a One Hit Wonder
Flash in the pan
15 Minute Idol
I'd rather sit at home and wonder
Never understand
How to be a 15 Minute Idol
Get our lives from TV screens
Cold Cristal and limousines
Let's make believe that it's all good
TRL is such a joke
Pushing Coors and Diet Coke
Sell it out just like we're Hollywood
Never like a One Hit Wonder
Flash in the pan
15 Minute Idol
I'd rather sit at home and wonder
Never understand
How to be a 15 Minute Idol
[solo]
Never like a One Hit Wonder
Flash in the pan
15 Minute Idol
I'd rather sit at home and wonder
Never understand
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(I) always that I was the cool kid class-clown
That's until you called me last year's loudmouth
Now I'm full of these modern day self-doubts
Got me feeling hopeless and left out
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't argue
With the evidence I'm insecure
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't argue
With the fact I want to be adored
I want to be the one
Everybody wants
I want to be more than just another smalltown-hero
Don't wanna
Always thought I was your number one regret
Just another common glory day reject
Go ahead reach for another cigarette
Cause you're graveyard bound in the rusted-out town
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't argue
With the evidence I'm insecure
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't argue
With the fact I want to be adored
I want to be the one
Everybody wants
I want to be more that just another smalltown-hero
Don't wanna
[solo]
I want to be the one
Everybody wants
I want to be more than just another smalltown-hero
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Does it really matter what I want
Does it really matter how I feel
Aren't you gonna do what you want
Why would you ask when you can steal
You take everything that I am
You take everything from me
So this is what it feels like to be used
So this is what it feels like to be lied to
I don't think I could feel more let down
I don't think I'll ever give a damn about you
You take everything that I am
You take everything from me
You take everything that I have
Just take everything from me
You don't know what I'm capable of
I won't let you limit me
You don't care what I think
If you cut me do I not bleed
You take everything that I am
You take everything from me
You take everything that I have
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From the minute that I met here she was different than the rest
But I didn't hear her talking I was staring at her chest
And I wish I would have listened 'cause I think I might have seen the signs
Now it's been a couple months and I can't take another word
She's been pushing every button she's been working every nerve
I've got something she can swallow it sure as hell's not my pride
And I know it's just a waste of time
Soon I'm gonna run out of lies
She'll just have to hear the truth instead
Everyday I'm gonna make her cry
Till the minute that we said goodbye
I'm gonna make her wish... she was dead
I used to hang out with my homies gettin stupid every night
Till I met her and she chained me up to keep me out of sight
I got to get away from her I think I'm running out of time
'Cause I think I'm gonna die whenever she's behind the wheel
And it drives me up the wall when she asks me how I feel
I don't really want to talk so I tell her that I'm doing fine
There's got to be a way that I can get it through her head
I'm going crazy and she won't let me go
The lease gets tighter every day
Already told her she's Miss Right Now
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