: Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, a half jug of tea Average Joe, average pay Same ol' end and same ol' day But there's nothing wrong
: There's a note hanging off from the bedpost, reading west coast is the place that I am going. I want the ocean rather than your cheekbones. I know
: Soldaten sind vorbeimarschiert mit blauen Helmen auf Und jeder der hier nicht pariert der kommt vor ihren Lauf Soldaten sind vorbeimarschiert sie kamen
: Quando si va in guerra c'e' l'elmetto che si mette proprio sulla testa serve a riparare dagli spari serve a riparare dal pensiero il pensiero che dall
: Ich brauch' Tapetenwechsel sprach die Birke Und macht' sich in der Dammerung auf den Weg Ich brauche frischen Wind um meine Krone Ich will nicht mehr
: Tuijotat mua silmiin vaan et sisaan naa Paase et edemmas kylmaa verajaa Et loyda saliin, jossa juhlat pidettiin Nauroivat salaa kun sina vannoit ikina
: Siso kule kylessani Liku pieni vieressani En mie muista kussa koto Kussa koto synnyinsija Kussa iso ennen asu Kussa emo ennen eli Senpa tiian senpa
: Hey Craig McTavish, you gotta lot of hair on your head. But if you lose your balance, you just might end up dead. But if you wear a helmet you will
I'm still thinking about Elmo Elmo 5 o'clock special I'm still thinking about you A thousand ways to kill you I'm still dreaming in pink Gives me the
Find something mindless that I can advocate Make up the me I wanna be Then always keep a finger on the pulse Maintain high visibility We grubbing for
It's no bad mood It's a look you thought might kill but You knew better Wake up cold Do you know you're not dead Make the same mistake You've lost your
Get it right My last word sins I taste it now Omission wins For keeping down My better side I still ignore And try to hide So get out Get out The easy
Served up in the backyard Cooked too long on high Flying out the window Even dogs have passed them by Didn't know she was tied up Better fed than forced
Tell me that you've got Everything you want And your bird can sing But you don't get me You don't get me You say you've seen seven wonders And your bird
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Your self control might be a muscle spasm New direction isn't everlasting though I grope for straws, you've got to plan this week Then the crutch dissolves
I open my mouth to talk about me I'll follow you around I'll talk about me Boring stories, I talk about me I never understand Nobody wants to hear it
You're everything you want to be Accomplished, gracious and great company It makes perfect sense, you're never hated But then, appearances are overrated