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i am i
you are you
we are we
we could live in such harmony
can't you see
apathy
lies between
we could live in such harmony
i am praying for the day
when you and I and he and she are we
when you and I and he and she are we
we start a war
but what's it for
we fight for peace
peace will find us with harmony
trade your guns
fire with doves
fight for love
peace with find us with harmony
i am praying for the day
when you and I and he and she are we
when you and I and he and she are we
one for all
all for one
we for we
we could sing in such harmony
i work for you
you work for me
we work for free
we could sing in such harmony
i am praying for the day
when you and I and he and she are we
when you and I and he and she are we
humanity will sing harmony
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If your looking for me,
I suggest you look in the last place that you will ever find me.
Cause i'm goin' out with all my friends tonight,
For once.
And if you can do one whole thing
I suggest you go tonight too
And smile up a storm
Because we are all as sad as you think that you are
So just smile,
'Cause I've been,
Looking up, looking down, looking side to side
Wondering why this world is the way that it is
And why my momma cries
Every now and I'm trying to rest my head on the floor
Half stoned, thinking "damn this shit gets old"
And if you have a problem i throughly suggest you look within
Before you go and blame someone who's been blamin someone else there Whole life
And i know we got our problems but we got a bigger problem
We could put it into pieces and our power hides our knowledge
And we've been working our whole damn life
But for what?
for them.
'Cause I've been,
Looking up, looking down, looking side to side
Wondering why this world is the way that it is
And why my momma cries
Every now and I'm trying to rest my head on the floor
Half stoned, thinking "damn this shit gets o
damn this shit gets old
la la la, la la, lalala, la la, lalalala, la la, lalalala, la.
la la la, la lalala, lalala, lalala, laalalalaaa
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Yeah, you sure broke my heart last week, when you said you had slept, with him. I know you called, I got them all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you better love what you got, before you go, and give it away.
But, don't say that I don't know you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type. You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad; I don't feel bad. 'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls, you still slept with my best friend.
Yeah, you sure got a lot of nerve, to say that this was all my fault. I know you called, I got them all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you better love what ya got, before you go, and give it away.
But, don't say that I don't know you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type. You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks night. And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad; I don't feel bad. 'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls, you still slept with my best friend.
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come again another day. When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell, to pay. And, every single time you make your way, into my sheets, the hours move to minutes, the days turn, into weeks. And, I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool. For taking you in, and letting you win, control of my heart. And, every single time you make your way, into my sheets, the hours move to minutes, the days turn, into weeks.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell to pay. And, every single time you make your way, into my sheets, the hours move to minutes, the days turn, into weeks. And, I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool. For taking you win, and letting you win, control of my heart. And, every single time you make your way, into my sheets, the hours move to minutes, the days turn, into weeks.
Oh, I know, all about your type. You're the type of girl that texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad; I don't feel bad. 'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls, you still slept with my best friend.
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Dear, I wrote you a song-
Despite the fact you did me wrong.
And Dear, I don't know what the hell is going on with you,
But something ain't right.
You tell me that you love me,
Then you go and leave me,
Why you do this to me, baby?
I'm lovesick.
I just can't sleep,
Just can't eat,
Can't do much of anything at all.
'Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear.
Dear, I wrote you this song
In hopes that you would sing along.
And Dear, I've been working my ass off for you,
'Cause something ain't right.
You tell me that you love me,
Then you go and leave me,
Why you do this to me, baby?
I'm love... ooh, ooh, sick.
I just can't sleep,
Just can't eat,
Can't do much of anything at all.
'Cause I'm sick and in love...
But you tell me that you love me,
Then you go and leave me,
Why you do this to me, baby?
I'm lovesick.
I just can't sleep,
Just can't eat,
Can't do much of anything at all.
'Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear.
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(1, 2, 1, 2, yeah!)
A poor man would kill for the bank,
But a rich man would die for it.
If that's the case,
When I'm runnin' this race.
It's the last place I waste time.
'Cause see, time is money and money brings time,
But you can buy yourself a new girlfriend.
She'll be a cold heart woman with a greedy eye
Waitin' for your old ass to die.
I'm so happy here with you 'cause you're my type of girl.
You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
Or the things that we could never do.
Uh-huh.
So give to the poor and pray for the rich,
'Cause you never know when your heart's gonna quit.
If you're working for a paycheck, you better cash in,
'Cause life's to short to never have lived.
And I'm so happy here with you 'cause you're my type of girl.
You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
Or the things that we could never do.
Uh-huh.
See, I've been working my whole life,
Tryin' to prove the pissy people wrong.
That you can earn an honest living with an old guitar
And a couple old-fashioned songs.
I'm so happy here with you 'cause you're my type of girl.
You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
Or the things that we could never do.
Uh-huh.
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Oh I know that I am here
And you are there
but we still have our love
we move just like the moon and sun
the sun comes up the moon rolls down
a world apart but they dont make a sound
they know their love spins us round
ive been to heaven
ive been to hell
ive been to vegas
and god knows where
but nothing feels like home like you babe
I love you more than you will ever know
Oh ive got my car and my guitar
A couple pills a couple scars
But I made a wish on a lonesome star
Star oh star you shine so bright
wont you grant me one small wish tonight
That I wont die on this destructive path of mine
ive been to heaven
ive been to hell
ive been to vegas
and god knows where
but nothing feels like home like you babe
I love you more than you will ever know
Than you will know
I love you more than you will ever know
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It started with your hips
So i moved up to your lips
Let's take a chance,
Ask for a dance
Cuz you're the cutest thing on this side of the world
We call our homes
Yet I feel so all alone
Have of the time we gotta live with what we got
But I got nothin
So I pray you'll take my hand
So we can conjure up with somethin rad
If you could move on with your whole life,
Just like you do
Just like you shoobeedo-do-do
and you could make everything alright
And i want you to
Because ever since the first dance
all I thought about is loving on you
So I moved to the dance floor
With instincts and nothing more
I had ants in my pants
I did the boogie dance
and there was nothing to do but laugh
So I made another leap
Hoping to sweep you off your feet
I said,
baby, maybe we could bust this joint
and see if my place is open to chill
If you could move on with your whole life,
Just like you do
Just like you shoobeedo-do-do
and you could make everything alright
And i want you to
Because ever since the first dance
all I thought about is loving on you
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Girl, I've been thinking a lot, about who we coulda been, if I was back home, just chilling, with you and all my friends. But, dear, I'm gone. And, that's the lousy truth.
For the past three years, I swear, I've been a better man. Then, who I've become. I know, I know, I know, I let you down. But, I've been gone, for too dang long.
So, if you go away, right now. Then, I can guarantee, that I won't break your heart. But, if you go, and stay, then, baby, I will hope and pray, that you will run away. 'Cause, dear, it breaks my heart, to see you here.
So, shine outward, not inward. You've been a selfish, little girl. For the past three years, I've been through, more than you could know. And, God, I don't, want you to know, what I have been through, 'cause, you just wouldn't understand. You're just a girl, with some issues, as bad as it may sound. But, you're the girl, who's been driving me mad.
So, if you go away, right now. Then, I can guarantee, that I won't break your heart. But, if you go, and stay, then, baby, I will hope and pray, that you will run away. 'Cause, dear, it breaks my heart, to see you here.
So, go, to school in Chicago. Find a new boy, a new life, a whole new set, of friends. 'Cause, all that I will ever do, is break your heart. And, dear, it breaks my heart, to see you here. Yeah, dear, it breaks my heart, to see you here.
But, just so you know, I've been thinking a lot, about who we coulda been, if I was back home, just chilling, with you and all my friends. But, dear, I'm gone.
And, that's the lousy truth.
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And who would've thought that a cutie-pie just like you,
would have anything to do with a smelly-dude like me?
I find it hard to believe.
And who would've thought that you ever would've,
kissed my cheek in your backyard,
on your trampoline that night,
I never put up a fight.
And I know that your all shook up,
from a terrible relationship,
he broke your heart,
yeah, he tore you into pieces,
but I promise you dear,
I'll never touch you like he did,
so, baby, please take my hand,
& you'll never be alone again.
*whistling*
And every single time I look into your eyes,
I see a little bit more sunshine,
feel a little bit more like me
more like me,
instead of who it turns out to be,
when treated for a thing, could've called you my baby,
And I know that your all shook up,
from a terrible relationship,
he broke your heart, yeah he tore you into piece
but I promise you dear, I'll never touch you like he did.
So baby please take my hand and you'll never be alone again.
Cause I know he broke your heart, but I'll love you till the end.
So baby please take my hand and you'll never be alone again.
So baby please take my hand and you'll never be alone again.
So baby please take my hand and you'll never be alone again.
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Last night was a thriller, was a killer, was a damn good time.
I met a pretty girl and I wanted to make her mine.
So I took her for a walk and damn, that girl could talk.
But talked about all the pretty things and all the shitty things and all the little things that fall between.
And oh, pretty girl,
I know that I just met you,
But I might just dare to say
That I love you.
And oh, sweet perfection,
Won't you hear my one confession?
I've been lost, but dear, I'm found.
I've been lookin' for a girl just like you:
You got words to say, but no point to prove.
You got me and that's enough for you,
And girl, I got you.
I've been lookin' for a heart that's so complete,
So satisfied with the little things.
I got you and that's enough for me,
So girl, can't ya see
That you and me
Could be so free
And live happy?
So take my hand and let's run.
And oh, pretty girl,
I know that I just met you,
But I might just dare to say
That I love you.
And oh, sweet perfection,
Won't you hear my one confession?
I've been lost, but dear, I'm found.
But Dear, I'm found.
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who the hell have i been kidding?
i sold my soul to the corporation
they know me better then i know myself
i better shut it up, i better shut it up
you got a problem with the way i think
i got a problem with the way you think
that you can program me, like a damn machine
i'm going to take a stand
and say fuck this scene
i'm sick of imagery
instead of artistry
i'm sick of apathy
instead of harmony
i'm sick of poets working part time jobs
while pissy people picking shoes and stars
i know that i should be
the last one to speak
about this
but even sell- outs have their dreams
set the music free.
ba da da da, da da da ba da da da. ooooh,
what the hell was i trying to prove
i ran away so young,
and now on the move
like a vandal
i wear my mask
and all you punks back home
you can kiss my ass
cause i got a feelin' deep down inside my soul
that's taken three whole years to gain control.
and i ain't no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never coming home.
ba da da da, da da da, da da, da, da da da da, ba da da da da
ooooooh.
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oh my hippo
why'd you go and break my heart
oh my hippo
it started like this
i saw you down by the river bed
we exchanged numbers
and i called you out on our first date
woah oh oh
so tell me, hippo
are we ever gonna be in love again?
i saw you snappin crocodiles in half,
just the other day
crocodiles,
they wouldn't last on your side of the river
oh, woah
in conclusion..
i talked to you yesterday and you said
if you ever come my way again
i got some crocodile skin boots with your name
printed across the toe..
so don't you know that crocodiles
won't come my way anymore
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