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 I had my dreamI held your hand on that broad avenueWe crossed the road and never spokeTo another as we flewWe left your man alone in dragLaughin' there at usA romantic bust, a blunder turnedExplosive blunderbussAn ancient grand hotelOf Persian thread and ivoryAnd when your man would turn his headI'd see you look at mePools of brown and sea of redAnd demons in your pocketThat sang romance,

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Start spreadin' the newsI'm leavin' todayI want to be a part of itNew York, New YorkThese vagabond shoesAre longin' to strayRight through the very heart of itNew York, New YorkI wanna wake upIn a city that doesn't sleepAnd find I'm king of the hillTop of the heapThese little town bluesAre melting awayI'll make a brand new start of itIn old New YorkIf I can make it thereI'll make it anywhereIt's

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 Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed youSorry I wanted only to kiss youSorry I promised to love you foreverMade you feel guilty oh when you left meSorry I showed up at your partySorry I drank up all the BacardiSorry I puked up on your bedspreadSorry I wanted to be your boyfriend againWhat can I do?It's over it's over it's over it's overWhat can I do?I am the loserSorry I saw you and I heard

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 I'm losing groundWell you know how this world can beat you downAnd I'm made of clayI fear I'm the only one who thinks this wayI'm always falling down the same hillBamboo puncturing this skinAnd nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall I'm drowning inTwo feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy faceAnd if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this placeI do

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 I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoesAnd I certainly haven't been spreading myself aroundI still only travel by foot and by foot it's a slow climbBut I'm good at being uncomfortable soI can't stop changing all the timeI noticed that my opponent is always on the goAnd won't go slow, so 's not to focus, and I noticeHe'll hitch a ride with any guide, as long asThey go fast from

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  Just living on a Sunday morningGot my toast and tea and I'm warm andI just thought I'd think aboutAll the things to get and keep gettingNever enough not enough and never endingI just thought I'd think aboutJust living on a Sunday morningGot my toast and tea and I'm warm andI just thought I'd think aboutAll the things to get and keep gettingNever enough not enough and never endingI just

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 We kiss the starsWe writhe, we areYour name, desireYour flesh, we areCold, we're so coldWe are soCold, we're so coldCold, we're so coldWe are soCold, we're so coldYour mouth, these wordsSilence, it turnsHumming, we laughMy head falls backCold, we're so coldWe are soCold, we're so coldCold, we're so coldWe are soCold, we're so coldCold, we're so coldWe are soCold, we're so coldCold, we're so

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Lying like needles on forest earthEuphoric rush trees bend to pray for usI'm sputtering like cold machines?Late for the birth ritualRitualRitualRitualYou can drive my tail to watch the circusA birth ritual, a birth of idiotsNow I woke up blessed and good strives for heartacheMarked for the death ritualRitualRitualAs you start the song and face this gardenI light a cigarette before the

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Now and then, I think of when we were togetherLike when you said you felt so happy you could dieTold myself that you were right for meBut felt so lonely in your companyBut that was love, and it's an ache I still rememberYou can get addicted to a certain kinda sadnessLike resignation to the end, always the endSo when we found that we could not make senseWell, you said that we would still be

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 You'd think she took me for a rideShe held it all way up insideShe held her breath and turned her face all redThat's how they found her in her bed all deadAnd this is what I said!She's a mixed up son of a bitch, yeah, yeahShe's a mixed up son of a bitch, yeah, yeahAir ball punch line delivered with a twist andShe's a mixed up son of a bitchYou'd think she had me in a cageLike a bird on fire

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Any time that you wantI'll be here in your armsSilently holding onTo the girl with the charmsBut if there comes a dayYou should turn your heart awayI'll be down on my kneesBegging for that girl to stayDon't let goOoh, whoa whoaDon't let goOoh, whoa whoaAnything you desireI will set at your feetWith a kiss in the airFor the Gods to receiveBut if there comes a dayYou should turn your heart awayI'll

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 She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting starsShe thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting starsShe's not at work, she's not at schoolShe's not in bed, I think I finally broke herI bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needsI thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for meShe thinks she missed the train to Mars,

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 Summer nights and long warm daysAre stolen as the old moon fallsAnd my mirror shows another faceAnother place to hide it allAnother place to hide it allAnd I'm lost, behindThe words I'll never findAnd I'm left behindAs seasons roll on bySleeping with a full moon blanketSand and feathers for my headDreams have never been the answerAnd dreams have never made my bedDreams have never made my

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Walking, waitingAlone without a careHoping and hatingThe things that I can't bareDid you think it's cool to walk right upTo take my life and fuck it upWell, did you?Well, did you?I see hell in your eyesTaken in by surpriseTouching you makes me feel aliveTouching you makes me die insideWalking, waitingAlone without a careHoping and hatingThe things that I can't bareDid you think it's cool to walk

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 I'd like your hair long and laid on to the groundYou'd prefer an astronautSomeone to relate to and someone to commandAnd I would be a simple manI could hardly wait for my stars to fall in lineAnd synchronize and shineA wasted string of years, and a wasted string of liesIt's still the same to meIt's a waste of a songYou're a waste of my lungsIt's a waste of a songI'd like your face gone and

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I sit around and watch the tubeBut nothing's onI change the channels for an hour or twoTwiddle my thumbs just for a bitI'm sick of all the same old shitIn a house with unlocked doors and I'm fuckin' lazyBite my lip and close my eyesTake me away to paradiseI'm so damn bored, I'm going blindAnd I smell like shitPeel me off this Velcro seatAnd get me movingI sure as hell can't do it by myselfI'm

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ddHow I wish I could surrender my soulShed the clothes that become my skinSee the liar that burns within my needingHow I wish I'd chosen darkness from coldHow I wish I had screamed out loudInstead I've found no meaningI guess it's time I run far, far away, find comfort in painAll pleasure's the same, it just keeps me from troubleHides my true shape, like Dorian GrayI've heard what they say, but

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I am sitting in the morningAt the diner on the cornerI am waiting at the counterFor the man to pour the coffeeAnd he fills it only halfwayAnd before I even argueHe is looking out the windowAt somebody coming in"It is always nice to see you"Says the man behind the counterTo the woman who has come inShe is shaking her umbrellaAnd I look the other wayAs they are kissing their hellosAnd I'm

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Hard to tell if I'm awake anymoreHard to know for sureIn this dream, used to think I believeHard to know for sureI know what I am, I know who I amAnd I know what I have to doI know what I am, I know who I amBut what if everything is true?I got a shadow over meI am not what I appear to beAnd I know that you believe in meAnd it feels so real, and it feels so re—Yes, everything is fine, fine, fine,

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Another head hangs lowlyChild is slowly takenAnd the violence caused such silenceWho are we mistakenBut you see it's not meIt's not my familyIn your head, in your headThey are fightingWith their tanks and their bombsAnd their bombs and their gunsIn your head, in your headThey are cryin'In your head, in your headZombie, zombie, zombie, hey, heyWhat's in your head, in your headZombie, zombie,

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I wrote her off for the tenth time today And practiced all the things I would say But she came over I lost my nerve I took her back and made her dessert Now I know I'm being used That's okay man 'cause I like the abuse Now I know she's playing with me That's okay 'cause I've got no self-esteem Oh yeah, yeah oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah oh yeah, yeah We make plans to go out at night I wait '

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Well the movie star, well she crashed her carBut everyone said she was beautiful even without her headEveryone said she was dangerousWell the chief of police kept the crime off the streetsDeep in his heart, we all knew he felt differentlyWe all knew he was an anarchistWell I, I'd like to devour youBut you, you'd probably devour meFor your golden wheat, for your oat bran headDeep in my heartGirl

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Do you worry that you're not liked?How long 'til you breakYou're happy 'cause you smileBut how much can you fake?An ordinary boy, an ordinary nameBut ordinary's just not good enough todayAnd ow, a-woo, ow, a-woo, ow, a-wooAnd ow, a-woo, ow, a-woo, ow, a-wooAlone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, I'm thinkingWhy-ee-I-ee-I-ee, yeah, Superman's deadEe-I-ee-I-ee, yeah, is it in my head?

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Now maybeI didn't mean to treat you badBut I did it anywayAnd then maybeSome would say your life was sadBut you lived it anywayAnd so maybeYour friends, they stand around, they watch you crumbleAs you falter to the groundAnd then somedayYour friends, they stand beside as you were flyin'Oh, you were flyin' oh-so highBut then someday, people look at youFor what they call their own, they watch you

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 I caught a Facebook post from a local news reporter, which outlined places women should not be taken on a first date. I submit this list for your consideration:Your thoughts?

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