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: I think about you when I masturbate You can?t even believe it, but that?s okay On the microphone I fascinate When I let my third eye exaggerate Freaky
: (Willis, Clark, Savage, Elliott) When the night time unfolds And the memories that you hold Bring a light to your eyes Though you know it's disguise
: I'm searching need to find her dont think i know when im right beside ya' too much social i lay down my pride from the soul which comes from
heart grow fond Staying away from people Was a question before But I can't answer you anymore Stepped to the scene where we'd meet And wrote a song
: (feat. Tek) [Inner Circle] Put yo' hand up on yo' head Jump up and spread Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead Put yo' hand up on yo'
: If you don't know what you need And you're searching for a reason If it's hard for you to be All they wanted Turn it away If you don't
: This happened once before, When I came to your door, no reply. They said it wasn?t you, But I saw you peep through your window, I saw the light
: Are you fucking crazy america? Are you fucking crazy bill clinton? Are you fucking crazy george w. bush? If you are sane I must be crazy If you are
Please try not to kill me in the wake Of a war fought for land and oil america is good from far america is far from good Don\'t let this song be misunderstood
: Your guess is as good as ours.
necessity I sing star spangled songs but I'm not free [Chorus] Hard to keep my head on straight, distraction all around me When I'm lied to in school
: We're not trying to be like any others Just trying to be like no one else before We're gonna write, we're gonna make it new Why limit ourselves to
: [Chorus] Conformity all around All I wanna do is tear it down If you think they're wrong, you're right Just be ready to fight Fight, Fight! My whole
: I was born here but I have no home In a class of 40 I'm all alone I have no place to go My mind is full of shit Your propaganda on TV Means nothing
: I think the definition of bad needs a good rewriting It's overused, misunderstood, and I'm tired of trying To be something good, 'cause being good
: (by Burt Bacharach) One less bell to answer One less egg to fry One less man to pick up after I should be happy But all I do is cry (Cry, cry, no
