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song: nobody's home |
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done: false |
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Well I couldn't tell you why she felt that way, |
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She felt it everyday. |
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And I couldn't help her, |
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I just watched her make the same mistakes again. |
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What's wrong, what's wrong now? |
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Too many, too many problems. |
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Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs. |
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She wants to go <tip>, but <song title>. |
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It's where she lies, broken inside. |
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With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes. |
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Broken inside. |
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Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why. |
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You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind. |
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Be strong, be strong now. |
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Too many, too many problems. |
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Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs. |
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She wants to go <tip>, but <song title>. |
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It's where she lies, broken inside. |
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With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes. |
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Broken inside. |
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artist: faith no more |
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song: midlife crisis |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Go on and wring my neck |
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Like when a rag gets wet |
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A little discipline |
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For my pet genius |
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My head is like lettuce |
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Go on dig your thumbs in |
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I cannot stop giving |
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I'm thirty-something |
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Sense of security |
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Like pockets jingling |
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<song title> |
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Suck ingenuity |
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Down through the family tree |
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You're perfect, yes, it's true |
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But without me you're only you |
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Your menstruating heart |
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It ain't bleedin' enough for two |
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It's a <song title>... |
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What an inheritance |
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The salt and the kleenex |
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Morbid self attention |
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Bending my pinky back |
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A little discipline |
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A donor by habit |
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A little discipline |
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Rent an opinion |
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Sense of security |
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Holding blunt instrument |
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<song title> |
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I'm a perfectionist |
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And perfect is a skinned knee |
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artist: silverchair |
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song: straight lines |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Breathing from a hole in my lung |
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I had no one |
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But faces in front of me |
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Racing through the void in my head |
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To find traces of a good luck academy |
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Sparks ignite and trade them for thought |
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About no one |
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And nothing in particular |
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Washed the sickened socket and drove |
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Resent nothing |
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There's good will inside of me |
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Wake me up lower the fever |
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Walking in a <song title> |
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Set me on fire in the evening |
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Everything will be fine |
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Waking up strong in the morning |
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Walking in a <song title> |
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Lately I'm a desperate believer |
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But walking in a <song title> |
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Something I will never forget |
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I felt desperate |
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And stuck to the marrow |
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Invisible to everyone else |
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I'm a sex change |
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And a damsel with no heroine |
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artist: the pretenders |
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song: don't get me wrong |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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<song title> |
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If I'm looking kind of dazzled |
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I see neon lights |
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Whenever you walk by |
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<song title> |
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If you say hello and I take a ride |
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Upon a sea where the mystic moon |
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Is playing havoc with the tide |
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<song title> |
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<song title> |
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If I'm acting so distracted |
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I'm thinking about the fireworks |
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That go off when you smile |
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<song title> |
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If I split like light refracted |
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I'm only off to wander |
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Across a moonlit mile |
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Once in a while |
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Two people meet |
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Seemingly for no reason |
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They just pass on the street |
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Suddenly thunder showers everywhere |
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Who can explain the thunder and rain |
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But there's something in the air |
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artist: jewel |
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song: who will save your soul |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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People living their lives for you on TV |
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They say they're better than you and you agree |
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He says "Hold my calls from behind those cold brick walls" |
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Says "Come here boys, there ain't nothing for free" |
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Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill |
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Another cute cheap thrill |
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You know you love him if you put in your will |
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[Chorus:] |
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<song title> when it comes to the flower? |
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<song title> after all the lies that you told, boy? |
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<song title> if you won't save your own? |
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