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09/28/2009 |
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9. | Preacher |
10. | Put The Game Down |
11. | Everyone's The Same Age |
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I'd do anything
that i'm told to
i'd even mean it
if i'm supposed to
lead me on a little
i go for broke
lead me on some more
i'd go for the big toke
everybody's watching
oh but nobody cares
(oh wait cause no)
nobody's watching
but everybody cares
(oh whatever i'll talk to you later)
look out
cause i'm just too fake for the world
i know it's just a game to me
i'm just too fake you see
i wish i didn't have to be but watch out
i got too much soul for the world
it's breaking my heart in two
i got too much soul for you
i don't like it but it's true
get off
i go to church and
i'm expected to
be a lost soul
they need examples to use
i could stay forever or leave right now
it's your call either way
it's time to use my life
for myself
most people just won't tell you that
gonna use my life
for someone else, yeah
no wait wait wait wait
look out
cause i'm just too fake for the world
i don't know it's just a game to me
i'm just too fake you see
i wish i didn't have to be but oh
i got too much soul for the world
it's breaking my heart in two
i got too much soul for you
i don't like it but it's true
hurts right?
but i can't even talk to you
about my effect on people
cause i'm doing the same thing to you
that's right even right now
oh just wait up for me if you want to but
look out now
i'm just too fake for the world
i know it's just a game to me
i'm just too fake you see
i hope you can forgive me oh now
got too much soul for the world
and it's breaking my heart in two
i got too much soul for you
i don't like it but it's true
uh look out now
i'm just too fake for the world
and there's nothing i can do about it
yeah i'm just too fake for you
i don't like it but it's true
look out
i got too much soul for the world
it's breaking my heart in two
i got too much soul for you
i don't like it but it's true
look out
i'm just too fake for the world
i know it's just a game to me
i'm just to fake you see
i hope you can forgive me
look out now
i'm too fake
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Gonna learn to fly
Land in spain
Then i took a bus and i took a train
Got down south
Met this man
Mario the (guitarist's hair??)
You don't like music
From the west
Bite his nails
Practise scales
Metronome plays all night and day
I go out for tea and the flamenco came
But go
Well it's always night
Well it's always night
Yeah i'll go to rome
Rooftop slums
Dead beneath pipes and gypsy drums
Shade of my cash and drop my class
Rent out a piano behind stained glass
And go
Well it's always night
Green laser light
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-down streets say they're selling hash
-just make em grass
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- robbery yeah they're selling out fast
- old folks say that they're safe as day were the facist ones
Yeah but i don't know
Well i got the money but the money got me
It was all the same in spain
Well you loved me but you still lost me
Cheated me such away-ay-ay
I'll make the money but the money made me
It was all the same in spain
Well i bought the drugs and the drugs bought me
It's no running away-ay-ay
Discotheques don't start till 3
So i'll mess with the ? in the alpine streets
- she's said i always used to be so clean
Love's no fun
Say what d'ya mean
- she was looting me without looting herself
Getting me bored with the things she felt
Said this music sucks
I'm down on my luck
Can't get no sleep
And then load the trucks
So monday
Tuesday
Friday
Yeah 3 o'clock rolled around
So we went downtown
- hit the stall but we only play underground
I walked in and i just hit the ceiling
Everyone here's in love with the feeling
Go
Live a life at night
Oh a life of might
And so
I know the motto goes
I will know when i see it
I got the money but the money got me
It was all the same in spain
Well you loved me but you still lost me
Cheated me such away-ay-ay
I'll make the money but the money made me
It was all the same in spain
Well i bought the drugs and the drugs bought me
It's no running away-ay-ay
Well it's just my life
Cause the time was right
It was so much fun
With a clean cut job
With the hire cops
Knew my day would come
Oh please
Don't convince me
Already see
It's just my life
Cause the time was right
And it was so much fun
I wanna go home
A 29 year old
Next patriot from
America's south
In light of the background
The queen of the designer crowds
Must have been the only time
She got turned on
Ha
I got the money but the money got me
It was all the same in spain
Well you loved me but you still lost me
Cheated me such away-ay-ay
I'll make the money but the money made me
It was all the same in spain
Well i bought the drugs and the drugs bought me
It's no running away-ay-ay
I messed up
My life
Cause the time was right
- it was so much fun
- it was a clean cut job
With the hire cops
Knew my day would come
Oh even please
Don't convince me
You know i already see
Cause the time was right
And it was so much fun
Cause the time was right
It was so much fun
- it was a clean cut job
- with the hire cops
Knew my day would come
Oh even please
Don't convince me
You know i already
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I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
And all the times it's worked
And all those times are gone
Are the times I loved
You know i've got to learn to lose for a while
Chyeah I've got to learn to lose for a while
Yeah I've got to learn used to be hard
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Oh, well
An easy life
I never wanted
We agree
Had it all, worked out I see
Is there a way that we could skip this part?
Because one time when I lose someone
They just wanted to cry for me
All my life I guess I'm down with that
It might be worth it
All I say is
It's too much work, work, working
Just too much work for me
It's too much work, work, working
Just too much work for me
And so
I saw you running on
I always knew you wouldn't come up with it
And I always, always look forward
That you wouldn't, wouldn't come up with it
And you're just, just a big talker
I'm like you
And well don't, don't worry about it now
I really love when someone talks back to me
Even though it's work, work, work, yeah
Whoa it's too much work for me
It's too much work, work, working
Just so much work for me
It's too much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
It's too much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
It's too much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
It's too much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
It's too much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
And I guess there's a lot to learn
Well from a life of very fast days
Yes and I guess there's a lot to learn
All from a life of take-what-you-want days
Oh, well me, well I just don't know
I'm just a preacher not a spiritual role
Oh well come on, just figure it out with me
Even though I know it's so
So much work, work, work, yeah
Just so much work for us
So much work, work, working
Just so much work for us
So much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
So much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
So much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
So much work, work, work
Uh-oh uh-oh
I tell 'em straight up
Yeah I'll do it, but I shouldn't have to
Tell 'em straight up, yeah
I'll do it but I shouldn't have to
Tell 'em straight up
Yo, I'll do it, I shouldn't have to
So much work, work, work, yeah
Yo, it's too much work for me
That too much work, work, work, yeah
Whoa so much work for me
Far too much work, work, work, yeah
Whoa so much work for me
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Make me a deal and make it good for me
I wont get full of myself, coz i cant afford to be
This is small town music, this is big town music
He's ahead of his time you know but, he cant use it
If only he could prove it
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Its just a song away
Hey
See what your man has done to the world
see what the world has done to your man
You know im leaving you, you dont need me
Lovin you wasnt always so easy
This is believe me music, this is forget me music
This is who can love me you know, this aint no roxy music
This is new form music, this is old form music
This is i paid attention not some makes his prediction music
Oh he could let me use it
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Its just a song away
Not wanting to write a truthful song over an eighties groove
I like to let you know I'll always be straight with you
I stole my personality from an anonymous source
And I'm gonna pay for it too, I dont feel bad about that
Give me my chance back
This is on the rise music, this i novelty music
This is who can blame music, I dont get fooled by it
This is where dyu go music, this is come home music
This is down to the wire I'm such a perfect angel music.
Who really tries
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Its just a song away
This is success music and whats it to ya?
My lawyer always says these are the fact about the future well
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Its just a song away
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I'ma curse this city if it robs me
I'm gonna curse this city if it robs me one more time
Before it even knew me it forgot me
Yeah, I'm gonna curse this city if it robs me one more time
Yeah
All around the world today
Power is the measure, oh no
And power is the only drug they don't want you to remember or know
all around the world today
power gives no pressure oh no
power is the only drug you never got no lectures on
And hope showed up, all one day
then all the people say
the time has come
let's give it in the name of love
I'm gonna curse this city if it robs me
Yeah
All around the world today
Power is the measure, oh no
And power is the only drug they don't want you to remember or know
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On the street
I never could realize what was the problem
oh no why am I getting called out this way?
oh I just couldn't see
my leather coat
oh, who's looking at me?
Now
I couldn't pull it off
To walk the street looking just how I would like
without looking left or right
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
and it goes
when I was young
I only wanted to be black
oh oh and I woulda paid
to wear what I want and still relax
what's your plans for the night?
indeed I got to know
I'll get on my best gear
purple or black tights
dressed just right for your decade
too, dressed just right for your age
what used to be a stage is just a phase now
you know growing up through life
it's only just like changing channels on your tv
that's not how it's supposed to be
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
and it goes
when I was young
I only wanted to be black
and I woulda paid
to wear what I want and still relax
and everyone at that time
is only classic then
is only classic then
and every one at this time
is only classic now
only classic now
What kind of accomplishment is throwback?
I was the first one to prefer that
Everyone's making dance music, true
But we started in 2002
So what, the future don't appeal to you
Well no one's supposed to wear Jordan's shoes
When I was young, yeah, I wore them to school
But I had 'em all on me like something to lose
You got your eyes on all
The fashionable girls
You can never make it
Oh no, anyway
Who can pull it off?
When every same class has the future of retro
I got beat up for my clothes
When I was young
I only wanted to be black
Oh oh and I woulda paid
To wear what I want and still relax
And everyone at the time
is only class then
only classic then
and everyone at this time
is only classic now
only classic now
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Hold up a picture of a highway,
And a picture of a home
And a picture of some money,
And a picture of some bones
All together
All in a row
And out of all those pictures, you'll only notice one
But its really not important
No it's no more than a fortune
It just shows
what doors are open
If you're looking at the home,
well your feet are scared
You're looking at the road,
you're gonna feel restless for a while
for a while, for a while
If you're looking at the money,
well you benefit from the army
You're looking the bones,
you've got some silly reasons in their eyes,
in your eyes, in your eyes
This is the song
This is the song
The song of four holy photos
They never look into their own eyes
It's the second closest you'll get
There's settlement of foreigners in a land that they can't see
Where the birds are always singing
And the water runs clean
But all these things
Told them nothing
There's a makeshift church
And there's a hand that pulls a rope
And the rope swings the bells
As they ring into the trees
And make an echo
And it never stops
Well so i hung up those pictures in their foreignness place
Where their mood is a little nervous
But they felt they had a reason enough to stay
So they stayed
And no one when they looked, could even see the bones at all
The leaders took the money
And the others took the call of the road
Yes, and the home
And no one argued
It was one of them who did
And he spoke on what he saw
And ruined his reputation
He was labeled as a misfit
Ah you know, that's just what saints get sometimes
This is the song
This is the song
The song of four holy photos
Could never look into their own eyes
It's the second closest you'll get
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