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I can dish it out
But you know I can't take it When you told me everytime That you came that you were faking it So I guess I'll never know If I was mackin', yes or no Got a seven foot cut On a foot the day before When you pulled out my glass heart And broke it on the floor So I guess I'm gonna go To the house of broken hearts & bloody toes It hurts to think about I've got no doubt I've figured out CHORUS: My little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts you Put inside my mind when you walked out Just a little scratch But it feels like you're dead When you're falling off the short bus And landing on your head Yeah I felt a little low When you told me where to go (Right straight down to Hell) Crampin' up your style But your style ain't crampin' me What'cha gonna do When you're sleepin' with the enemy? I'm always at your show I'm in the very back row It hurts to think about I've got no doubt I've figured out CHORUS On my mind You're on my mind CHORUS X 2 |
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Go and take a ride to her shop in grant park You can walk though the door and shove the knife in her heart When you tell her thet you can't stand the song anymore The one you two adopted on the prom dance floor You can be a Tom Cruise and make a big scene Or be like Mcgyver and cut it clean Either way there's gonna be blood on the floor When you tell her that you don't dig girls anymore Chorus: Anymore,(i can't belive it) anymore anymore Verse2: Now here's a funny story bout a singer named Jed He caught his girlfriend with a women in bed They were watching loveline with a bottle of wine Having a party like it's 1999 So he thew down the movies and had a heart attack He jumped in the ocean and he never swam back They just stood there naked, except for their socks Feeling cheaper than a prize in a cracker jack box I don't think Jed's really gonna wanna rock anymore Chorus; Bridge: Check the exposure, somethings wrong with this picture I can't see the truth for all of the dirty lines Check the exposure something's wrong with this picture All in all your gonna loose your mind Theres a little story that your gonna adore Kinda like a lost scene on the cutting room floor It's all fun and games till you get a black eye Your down in the sewer asking all the rats, why?' You can live and love and lie and cheat as much as you wish But that's about as tacky as a satellite dish On a hot pink house with a burgandy door With cigarette butts all over the floor I don't think my stomach's gonna take anymore Chorus: |
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Molly went off on a new vacation
Said she got tired of the radio station That was playin' that song that her boyfriend wrote All he did was change up a couple of notes It's supposed to mean one thing, it became another Next thing you know you're a brand new mother Of a bad hangover hangin' over the bed The cats take turns tryin' to fuck with your head All I know is this ain't how it's supposed to be now All I know, yeah this might leave a mark Chorus: 'Cause you should never get over me 'Cause I will never get over you And if I never get over the fact that you're gone Then I'll remember to forget about you Tuesday comes and you take out the trash And you're sweatin' so hard that you got a big rash 'Cause you know she fell harder for the beefcake guys Money for their drugs and their big fat lies But hey, relax, she's gotta come back It ain't so good on that side of the tracks Where the Lonely Hearts Band plays every night Where they're rockin' and they're rollin' 'til the broad daylight All I know is this ain't how it's supposed to be now All I know, yeah this might leave a mark (Chorus) Yeah, my watch is goin' The hands keep on slowin' Yeah, every hour My drink gets so sour So feel the pain and fill it to the top (Chorus) |
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Well I started this story in the middle of the page
I remembered the lines and forgot my age Somebody said my attitude was snotty That's when you called and said get out tonight Catch a late night movie on a late night flight I'll be getting real drunk and making fun of everybody Ain't nobody gonna get me down Something must've gone around Hey You can stick that sign up your ass The one that says it won't last My sugarbuzz is growing higher and higher everyday Your sarcasm cuts like a knife I had the time of my life My sugarbuzz is growing higher and higher everyday Oh well I went to a party last Saturday night You know, I think I got laid then I got in a fight I don't remember that much, but I think I liked it I saw some band called Roses 'n Sockey An' they brought back the rock and the singer was cocky Two years later, I'm sure they'll forget about it Ain't nobody gonna get me down Something must've come around |
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Waking up inside a river of sweat and cum
Coming down from a dream I can't remember anyone Except I'm late for work and I know that sucks Cause I know I owe my girlfriend 25 bucks And if you exsisted then I wouldn't resist it with a... (Supernatural blonde) Come on down (Supernatural blonde) I would die for you (Supernatural blonde) When no one else is around (Supernatural blonde) That's when I see you I was looking for love in all the wrong places Giving abraham lincoln's to a stripper with braces She thinks I'm in love and I know that sucks, Because she's leaving with the dj and my 25 bucks, And if you exsisted I sure would not resist it with a... (Supernatural blonde) Come on down (Supernatural blonde) I would die for you (Supernatural blonde) When no one else is around (Supernatural blonde) That's when I see you I roll just like joint Then turn around and miss my point Swimming in all the dirty thoughts of you (Supernatural blonde) Come on down (Supernatural blonde) I would die for you (Supernatural blonde) When no one else is around (Supernatural blonde) That's when I see you |
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Seven hours later
She takes the elevator To the second floor To the underground commitee That's where they'll decide if You'll be praised or you'll be tied up On the bathroom floor As you scream for more PRE-CHORUS: All the souls are dying While the idiots are trying To convince you that they're cooler But they still don't know They're about to lose control And they'll be saying now CHORUS: Calling radio Tokyo The lines are down, you're good to go Now can't you feel This is real Calling radio Tokyo The kids are feeling way too low They're on their knees Won't somebody please just bring them home Get out of the black car On the sidewalk of the big stars Of the now and then Kinda feels a little late Someone had a bad day So they sold your soul on Ebay With an 8 x 10 Autographed in pen PRE-CHORUS CHORUS Seven hours later They stopped the elevator To the second floor And there was no more CHORUS Whoa-oa-oa-oa Yeah! |
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I was sticking to the sofa, when I saw you on the tube
A week of going solo now my heart is feeling so low So I'm overdue Got an asshole for a roommate, and he drank up all my booze Spent his Fridays at the gym thoughts of me evicting him never came true But I still think of you Chorus: This time could be the last time I get to hear you say all that you wanna say This line could be the last line I'm gonna use on you just to get into you now In my red and dirty sweat pants, I watch you up above my bed Your eyes are blue and starry with your hand on a Ferrari and the other on the back of your h |
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(Here we go)
Welcome to the station So here's the situation Let me tell you how it all goes down The girl you been about, you come to find out That she's the biggest ho around Can we take it to the bridge And skip the part about the fridge Where she keeps a cold heart by a stale PopTart Now the brothers that she fucked are piled in a truck And with a little luck You can get your feet back on the ground Why do I get it Give her credit When I let it I let it get the best of me It's killing me I'm the epitome of every bit of me So I'm better off alone You got a shitty boyfriend Who only answers people With the words from an Everlast song You got screwed in the end When he said you're just friend And then you wonder what you're doin' wrong What you're sayin in the morning at the coffee shop Pourin' out your caffeinated heart, please don't let me start 'Cause he's at home on the couch Readin' porno like a slouch In your really fresh house on Hollywood Boulevard (Chorus) You've got to swallow your pride Before you swallow that drink And you follow the lines on the floor to the sink And you crawl down the drain and you sit And you think about everything that went wrong (Chorus 2x) |
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New Years Day, lyin' next to my bed with a
Hand in my pants and a song in my head About being depressed 'til I figured out It ain't the 90's anymore I looked thru a Raygun and thru a SPIN Then I ripped out the pages of clothes that were in, Threw on my Pumas and tried to put it all behind me Mona Lisa smiled as I was walkin' out the door She said, "Yo, you gotta keep it real, just like the year before." I second that motion and 20 thousand more Chorus: cuz I could change and you could change But everybody would stay the same (I know) Still on vacation with nothin' to do so I Got in my car and I got a tattoo just to Cover up the one that I got of you when I was drinkin' I really only now regret the things I haven't done Stayin' under covers in the dark it ain't no fun I'd rather take my glasses off and stare right at the sun (Chorus) |
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And I know you're not asleep
I can feel you moving over there You've been playing with the seams In your worn out underwear And my lips are raw as hell From biting on 'em just to stay awake But its not like I'm gonna need 'em, Cause you won't be around To see them bleed and break (Chorus) All that ill do, comes back to you So I'll just think about you 'til there's nothing in my head All I can do, is try not to screw this up again And just be friends I'd rather be dead And I drove outta east Atlanta With a headache the size of my car And I called to say I was okay, anyway Cause I know how you are You know I'm like a movie without a ending You know I got nowhere to go And it makes me wanna throw up To see you wanna give up more than you'll ever know (Chorus) Everything's supposed to have a happy ending But the record keeps keeps skipping And the needle keeps bending Like the road I'm driving to the bridge that has no end I wanna take back everything that I've broken, But the bridges behind me are burnin' and smokin', I guess this is the end (Chorus) |
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