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When you've got a clean smile You can walk with style He can be naked with no brain In your pussy I'm cumming And I love you, and always had to Thank God I found you Beautiful talkin' well it was to me Do you see? There's no more me I'm happy as can be |
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My smile is a rifle
Won't you give it a try? Ma nem me mah ne ma menema..... So you like the way we're entertwining (?) When notes come to you Hoo hooooooo You know i love you You're all i waaaaaaaaaaaooh yeeeah.... My smile is a rifle And what are you... My smile is a rifle And i point it at you My smile is a rifle You'll know when you bring me in from the rain.... |
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By john frusciante
Transcribed by thatyou I want an ela-bon with you (? ) Climb as those yawning from the sun Your head knows me in between you gotta play rest hey smile Please tell me lies so when you girth I do it I just gotta say my ball out your way da-aaaay Head, head is like the birds head laughing on |
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No one dared to shoulder that shower
When no body seemed to be pleased The world's not even touched by the washer Just another Nazi scheme, yeah The big takeover, yeah Mile high, the big takeover, yeah All throughout this sole condition Beg yourself for the final quest The world is through with this tone integration Just another Nazi test, yeah The Big Takeover, yeah Mile high, the big takeover, yeah So believe me when I say There's no hope for the USA The world is through with this tone integration Just another Nazi test, yeah The Big Takeover, yeah Mile high, the big takeover, yeah |
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| 2:29 |
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The curtains are made for moving
'Cause you know sometimes you're not always there You don't need it now Your head's shaped like a cow 'Til all is here The world's just a sphere No bigger than the balls you suck Hey you with your hat down Don't you know that it can't be where it's always at? You've all been always there Your head's shaped like a pear You search through the lights Instead of jumped in the pie Of life that you sliced till it's just right You're so often seen along The west side wheel of the mills That you steal to get around The curtain of the slobs It's always made you feel the best You always need less and less Of the casual forces That lead you away from the nest I know your face It's all out place I know your face It's all out of place |
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| 2:14 |
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Drive
Up and down through water Live where you're poor Between snores Sighing Babies go to work Crying inverted love To the back of the room Play him a tune Down low If the sun could melt like snow I would run to you And flow into a cloud While running away into you |
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There's a belt of sun dripping through a porthole
In a set design Can you read your name? It's been so long since we blew from the inside So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge Of the world under an ugly sky You've been lying by But they meant you, dance under the moonlight Do what you think is the sum Of your own flesh and blood Above there's small birds gone to trembling In for thousands of your years Voice 1: You felt like crystal in your thighs Voice 2: You get four red candles Voice 2: On the table with your penis by your eyes Voice 1: You're the one that makes me realize Voice 1: Big water flowing through to tomorrow Voice 2: Through to your vacation Voice 1: Apples and cake must have been your stake Voice 2: ? (something about "a gallon of wine") but the smile you send in my direction Both: Makes me feel like I'm alive Voice 1: You're hidden by your wooden legs Voice 2: You're my kind, You're my kind Voice 2: You always make me feel like a moon in my life Voice 1: Stay here in down at the world's edge, for a time Voice 2: It always makes me feel good to know you're alive, wrapping your ties Voice 1: Down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have bitten your snake, your little guy Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow Voice 2: I've been to a society where you can't see yourself and you can't feel sunshine Voice 2: And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? It's all gone to the top of yourself. You'll always be alone. Voice 1: The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree? Voice 2: I like you in my love, makes me feel good just to know I can love someone like you. They'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but when you see the tears coming you close your eyes. To you I'm sure it's no surprise that I could be one of the dead. Thank god my underwear's full of lead without you. Without you. Voice 1: When you're around I'm wound around your thumb. You wanna be numb inside the gun. All your different delights are one big fight against the baby inside that you've mistaken for pain. |
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I've been insane well the time is slow
The Pope don't matter when the pawn Is your sea Don't you agree? When you're around I'm wound Around your thumb You wanna be numb Inside the gun I've been in pain hope it doesn't show I've been insane well the time is slow Don't you want sunshine instead of phony lights? All your billboards in lights Are one big fight Against the baby inside That you've mistaken for pain |
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| 3:17 |
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Your pussy's glued to a building on fire
I paint my mind just 'cause I'm alive And if you see me roaming the hillside Won't you come along? You paint your eyes Mine are in the sky No worldly word I could say Could be golden The smile on my face isn't always real But the way you make me feel Is all that's really real Your little dark house Oh, won't you come along? You paint your eyes ((mumbling...)) ohhh... Your pussy's glued to a building on fire I paint my mind just 'cause I'm alive And if you see me roaming the hillside Won't you come along? You paint your eyes Mine are in the sky No worldly word I could say Could be golden The smile on my face isn't always real But the way you make me feel Is all that's really real Your little dark house |
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Uhh, shoot the date spines
Does fine in the winter Occasionally fine Squint to feel sprite I've got blood on my neck from success Ohh, clearly known corner SCARED! What do I need? Uhh, shoot the date spines Does fine in the winter Occasionally mine Splint to fit sprite, I'm new I've got blood on my neck from success From cleared them on the part of stump Well, I can be They put me to sleep On to the next thing I'm asleep Becuase I'm being You scare me, find me, of me And I flee Gotta feed a ghost Do what they're supposed to Say what they're supposed to Now I got to Now I've got you Shower me with your life Ahh, what's the fight? WHAT'S THE FIGHT? |
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| 12. |
| 2:01 |
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Exclaimations feel
Before you set to conceal She loves the man you told Did you sing me and fly in coach Hey sister its unreal The way I take it to the sky my row been Could you show them the ten To hear about heavens sins Your highs taken to the sky Yellow and zebras Voice 1: Fly Voice 2: Fall Your skys taken to the flies And next is found west Feeling the best Hey-la Hey-la Hey-la |
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| 1:38 |
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| 8:00 |
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| 5:28 |
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