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Alesha_Dixon___Breathe_Slow

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"Breathe Slow Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI'm running out of patience\n'Cause I can't believe what the hell I'm hearing Hearing\nAnd speaking of hell, it don't compare\nTo this heat that I am feeling Feeling\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI love you too much, it shows\nAll my emotions go outta control\nGood for you, bad for me\nWhen I can hardly see, from the tears that flow\n[Chorus]\nCan't forget to breathe slow\nCount from one to ten with my eyes closed\n'Cause ladies take it in and get composure\nBefore I lose it, get composure\nI'm gonna breathe slow\nCount from one to ten with my eyes closed\n'Cause ladies take it in and get composure\nLadies never lose composure\n\n[Verse 2]\nNot gonna lie or even try\nYou got my wheels spinning Spinning\nAnd I ain't the one to shoot the gun\n'Cause that means you will be winning\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI love you too much, it shows\nAll my emotions go outta control\nGood for you, bad for me\nWhen I can hardly see, from the tears that flow\n\n[Chorus]\nCan't forget to breathe slow\nCount from one to ten with my eyes closed\n'Cause ladies take it in and get composure\nBefore I lose it, get composure\nI'm gonna breathe slow\nCount from one to ten with my eyes closed\n'Cause ladies take it in and get composure\nLadies never lose composure\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nSomebody better hold me back\nYou're lucky I know how to act\nSo lucky ain't gonna attack\nI'm being calm and cool\nBut believe me you\nIt's taken everything to just breathe Breathe, breathe\n\n[Chorus]\nCan't forget to breathe slow\nCount from one to ten with my eyes closed\n'Cause ladies take it in and get composure\nBefore I lose it, get composure\nI'm gonna breathe slow\nCount from one to ten with my eyes closed\n'Cause ladies take it in and get composure\nLadies never lose composureEmbed", 'default'

Don_McLean___General_Store

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"General Store LyricsMornin', Mrs. Campbell\nA lovely day today\nI heard about the fire\nWonder what the papers say\n\nLet's see now\nGive me fifty shotgun shells\nAnd a hundred feet of rope\nJust add that to my bill\n\nSays here there ain't no hope\nThey all were burned alive\nAnd four packs of cigarettes\nNo, I think I'll make it five\nI heard about the wedding\nI'm so happy for the bride\nWhy, that fire house looked mighty nice\nAnd the whole town swelled with pride\n\nWe watched her grow to womanhood\nShe's found an upright man\nShe'll learn this life ain't easy\nYou do the best you can\n\nNo, no, my family ain't so good\nMy wife just had a spell\nAnd I can't afford the medicine\nShe needs to make her well\n\nI've been laid off at that factory\nFor sixteen months or more\nI came home last Wednesday evenin'\nI found her lyin' on the floor\n\nBye, now, Mrs. Campbell\nSay howdy to your son\nYou can tell him we'll go huntin'\nWhen he gets a bigger gun\n\nIt was too bad about that fire\nBut don't you get me wrong\nWe've got to teach these people\nHow to stay where they belongSee Don McLean LiveGet tickets as low as $114You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Great_Lake_Swimmers___Long_Into_The_Evening

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"Long into the Evening LyricsIt's only human to wonder why\nIt's only animal to do it\nIt's only animal to run along the rocks\nAnd move along instead of talk\nIt's only human to wonder how\nAnd how I wish I could talk to you now\n\nAnd the words tumble out of your mouth\nLike apples from a wild tree\nAnd mine they spy out cautiously\nLike a creature from its cave\nOur able bodies and able minds\nAre animals and things on vines\nGreening fields and windy mines\nIn our sounds and movements\n\nAnd the waves like lessons\nThrashing over me in waves\nOf self-doubt and illusion\nLike night's intrusion\nOn the daylight of the strings\nThey gently let me play\n\nI've got points of icicles\nPiercing into me and I miss your warmth\nAnd the sound of your voice\nLike apples tumbling from a wild and windy tree\n\nMy body aches for you, and shakes for you\nAnd sways for you\nAnd dances with your little woman body\nLong into the eveningYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Jazzamor___summertime

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"Summertime LyricsSummertime and the livin' is easy\nFish are jumpin' and the cotton is fine\nOh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'\nSo hush little baby, don't you cry\nOne of these mornings\nYou're goin' to rise up singing\nThen you'll spread your wings\nAnd you'll take the sky but till that morning\nThere's a nothin' can harm you\nWith daddy and mammy standin' byYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Ben_Folds_Five___Your_Redneck_Past

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"Your Redneck Past LyricsChoose from any number of magazines\nWho do you want to be?\nBilly Idol or Kool Moe Dee?\n\nIf you're afraid they might discover\nYou redneck past\nThere are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past\nThey'll never send you home\n\nRoots!\nThe funny limbs that grow underground\nThat keep you from falling down\nDon't you think that you'll need them now?\nJust find a place where no one knows of\nYour redneck past\nYeah, you can easily dispose of your redneck past\nYou'll show them all back home\n\nDésolé\nJe suis americain\nPlease cook my steak again\nJe suis americain\nDésolé\nJe ne parle pas français\n\nLaws vary from state to state\nGetcha some books on tape\nLearn about holes in space\n\nIf you're afraid they might uncover\nYour redneck ass\nThere are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past\nIt's good to be back homeYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Everclear___Learning_How_To_Smile

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'Learning How To Smile Lyrics[Verse 1]\nFive miles outside of Vegas when we broke down\nThrew my keys inside the window and we never looked back\nWe got all drunk and sloppy on a Greyhound bus\nWe passed out, all them losers - they were laughing at us\n\nI will never let them break your heart\nNo I will never let them break me\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe got lost in Phoenix, seemed like such a long time\nSeven months of living sweaty on those thin white lines\nDid some time for selling acid to the wrong guy\nLife just keeps on getting smaller and we never ask why\n[Chorus]\nWhy there is no perfect place, yes I know this is true\nI\'m just learning how to smile and that\'s not easy to do\nI know there will come a day when we can leave\nAnd just go running away\n\nooh yeah\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe was broke outside of Philly when the storms came\nI was working in New Jersey hitching rides in the rain\nYou was happy talking dirty at that phone sex place\nLife just keeps on getting weirder for us every day\n\n[Hook]\nYou say there is no perfect place, I say I know this is true\nI\'m just learning how to smile and that\'s not easy to do\n\nWe both live for the day when we can run away\nAh baby we can leave and run away\nYes we can leave this place and run away\nWe can leave it all behind like we do every time\n\nYes we both live for the day\nWhen we can leave and just go running away\nYou might also likeNo I will never let it break your heart\nNo I will never let it break me\n\n[Verse 4]\nFive miles outside of Vegas five years down the line\nWe got married in the desert in the sunshine\nI can handle all the hell that happens everyday\nWhen you smile and touch my face, you make it all just go away\n\nYes I know there ain\'t no finish line\nI know this never ends\nWe are just learning how to fall\nAnd climb back up again\n\nI know there\'s nothing perfect\nI know there\'s nothing new\nWe are just learning how to live together\nMe and you\n\nYou know I live for the day\nWhen you say, "Baby let\'s just run away"\n\nAh baby we can leave and run away\nYes we can leave this place and run away\n\nrepeat to fadeEmbed', 'default'

Jimmy_Eat_World___The_World_You_Love

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'The World You Love Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI got a story, it\'s almost finished\nNow all I need is someone to tell it to\nMaybe that\'s you\nOur time is borrowed and spent too freely\nEvery minute I have needs to be made up\nBut how?\nI\'m looking for a nice way to say, "I\'m out."\nI want out\n\n[Verse 2]\nI fall asleep with my friends around me\nOnly place I know, I feel safe\nI\'m gonna call this home\nThe open road is still miles away\nHey, nothing serious\nWe still have our fun\nOh, we had it once\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut windows open and close\nThat\'s just how it goes\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t it feel like sunshine after all?\nThe world we love, forever gone\nWe\'re only just as happy as everyone else seems to think we are\n\n[Verse 3]\nI\'m in love with the ordinary\nI need a simple space\nTo rest my head\nThen everything gets clear\nWell I\'m a little ashamed for asking\nBut just a little helps\nIt gets me straight again\nHelps me get over it, over it\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIt might seem like a dream\nBut it\'s real to me\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t it feel like sunshine after all?\nThe world we loved, forever gone\nWe\'re only just as happy as everyone else seems to think we are\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nYou should see the canals are freezing\nYou should see me high\nYou should just be here\nBe with me here\nIt doesn\'t seem there\'s hope for me\nI let you down\nBut I won\'t give in now\nNot for any amount\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t it feel like sunshine after all?\nThe world we love, forever gone\nWe\'re only just as happy as everyone else thinks\n\nNow, don\'t that feel like sunshine after all?\nThe world we love, forever gone\nWe\'re only just as happy as everyone else seems to think we areEmbed', 'default'

Gregor_Samsa___Lessening

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"Lessening LyricsFaded tissues\nGetting no sleep\nLay my head down\nShe walks back again\n\nShe takes her knife out\nEyes alert now\nHolds my hands out\nCuts out the wrists\n\nPlease forgive me\nIt wasn't easy\nTears afraid\nShe sews me back up\nDon't forget this\nI'm the greatest\nLay my head down\nShe walks back again\n\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nit's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\n\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending now\nIt's all ending nowYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Cash_Cash___Two_Days_Old

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"Two Days Old Lyrics[Verse 1]\nSo I'm to blame\nThe reason why you left him a mess and without a sigh\nHe was first, I was next, but enough to make you leave his side\nBut do you know?\nDo you know what happens next?\nAs he's torn apart left thinking\n\n[Chorus]\nShe got on a plane and they're miles apart\nDug a little hole, then she buried his heart\nWith the one she trusts, and they're on the run\nTears fall like the rain\nI feel a little bad when I think of the pain that you put him through\nAm I such a fool?\n[Verse 2]\nYeah, here we are, and every line I say seems to come out right on time\nIt's a first, nonetheless just enough to keep you where you are\nBut will it change?\nWill I be the next one hurt?\nOr the next one to complain\n\n[Chorus]\nThat she got on a plane and they're miles apart\nDug a little hole, then she buried his heart\nWith the one she trusts, and they're on the run\nTears fall like the rain\nI feel a little bad when I think of the pain that you put him through\nAm I such a fool?\nAm I such a fool?\n\n[Bridge]\nShe'll move on\nShe'll move on\nShe'll move on, what is she waiting for?\n\n[Chorus]\nShe got on a plane and they're miles apart\nDug a little hole, then she buried my heart\nWith the one she trusts, and they're on the run\nTears fall like the rain\nI feel a little bad when I think of the pain that you put him through\nAm I such a fool?\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nSo what am I waiting for?\nYeah when she keeps running, she keeps running\nShe's moved on, she's moved on\nShe's moved on, she's moved onEmbed", 'default'

Bouncing_Souls__The___Dirt

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"Dirt LyricsI wanna be dirty cuz i don't about the clothes I wear I'll be dirty on the street to feel alive it makes me feel alive when i'm dirty i feel clean Clean in my head every inch of me is covered with everything said So give in to the dirty fingers So give in to the dirty streets So give in to the dirty people So give in to the filth So give inYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Jessica_Simpson___Loving_You

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"Loving You Lyrics[Intro]\nI keep on, I keep on loving\nOh-oh, oh-oh, mmm\nI'm gonna keep on loving you\nMmm I'm gonna keep on\nI'm gonna keep on loving you, oh\nI'm gonna keep on\n\n[Verse 1]\nDon't tell me it's time to go\nI think my watch is too slow\nPlease, I don't wanna know I don't wanna know\nBaby, what will it hurt\nIf I stay until nine\nAnd put your soft hands in mine?\nBoy, I think you should know I think you should know\nI'm not letting you go\n[Chorus]\nOh my\nI don't wanna have to say goodnight\nHold tight\nI just wanna stay and hold you tight\nSo right\nFeels so right no matter what we do\nI'm just gonna keep on loving you\n\n[Verse 2]\nYeah, you're like heaven to hold\nAnd you're the flame when I'm cold Boy, I think you should know\nBoy I think you should know\nI'm not letting you go\n\n[Chorus]\nOh my\nI don't wanna have to say goodnight\nHold tight\nI just wanna stay and hold you tight\nSo right\nFeels so right no matter what we do\nI'm just gonna keep on loving you\n\n[Chorus 2]\nOh my\nLove me like the rainbow loves the light\nHold tight\nFills me like the raindrops kiss the sky\nSo right\nFeels so right no matter what we do\nI'm just gonna keep on loving you\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nI think I should stay awhile\nAnd keep enjoying you\nCome close, wrap me in your arms\nSay you want me too\nIntoxicated by the way you're making me move\nI'm gonna keep on loving you\n\n[Outro]\nOh my\nLa, la, la, la, la\nSo right\nLa, la, la, la, la\nI'm gonna keep on loving youEmbed", 'default'

Disco_Inferno___Its_a_Kids_World

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"It’s A Kid’s World Lyrics[Verse 1]\nMediocrity surrounds me\nEvil pressing down around you\nThere's nowhere else to go but down and out\nBuy a gun, steal a car\nHave a ball, you won't get far\nPretty soon you'll find you've found your place\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a kid's world anyway\nPay them all by the day\nWho knows, this year might be your last\nKeep it loaded just in case\nThe world moves so much faster these days\nFind souvenirs to show your kids\n[Verse 2]\nYou go to bed as it gets light\nYou think you've had the greatest night on Earth\nThat's all you're worth\nJust to have it taken from you\nMarketed, and sold back on you\nIt's cheap, and cheapness hurts\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a kid's world anyway\nPay them all by the day\nWho knows, this year might be your last\nKeep it loaded just in case\nThe world moves so much faster these days\nFind souvenirs to show your kidsYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

DTrain___Youre_The_One_For_Me

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"You’re the One for Me LyricsWith the love I have inside of me\nWe can turn this world around\nWe can live through all eternity\nAnd we'll never touch the ground\nWe'll take a chance to ride upon a star\nTo a place that's far away\nThe light of love will shine on us\nForever and a day\n\nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou're the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou're the one for me\nWith this true love I found\nPicks my feet up off the ground to fly away\nWith this true love my dear\nTakes away my every fear, don't go away\n\nYou just don't know what you did to me\nBut I'm not the same\nSince you gave me love\nThat's sheltered from the rain\nYou just don't know how you make me feel\nYour sweet lovin' girl, is so unreal\nI've got love, love desire\nFrom your lovin' my soul's on fire\n\nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou're the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou're the one for me\n\nI'm ridin' on a cloud\nGot to shout it out loud, you're my all\nBaby, hold on tight\nFor the rest of my life, don't let me fall\n\n{Repeat 1st & 2nd verse} [3x]\nWith the love I have inside of me\nWe can turn this world around\nWe can live through all eternity\nAnd we'll never touch the ground\nWe'll take a chance to ride upon a star\nTo a place that's far away\nThe light of love will shine on us\nForever and a day\nYou might also likeI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou're the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou're the one for me\n\nYou're the one for me, yeah\nYou're the one for me\n\nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou're the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou're the one for me1Embed", 'default'

Cary_Brothers___Blue_Eyes

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"Blue Eyes Lyrics[Verse 1]\nWish enough, wise man'll tell you a lie\nWindow broke, torn up screens\nWho'd have thought that you'd dream\nOf a single tragic scene\n\n[Pre Hook]\nI just want to sing a song with you\nI just want to take it off of you\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou are all that I need\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou're the sweet to my mean\n[Verse 2]\nFess it up, dot on the palm of your hand\nI can help you to stand\nSaved it up for this dance\nTell me all the things you can\n\n[Pre Hook]\nI just want to sing a song with you\nI just want to take it off of you\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou are all that I need\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou're the sweet to my mean\n\n[Bridge]\nAll the lights on and you are alive\nBut you can't point the way to your heart\nSo sublime, when the stars are aligned\nBut you don't know\nYou don't know the greatness you are\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou are all that I need\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou're the sweet to my mean\nYou might also like[Pre Hook]\nI just want to sing a song with you\nI just want to take it off of you\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou are all that I need\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou're the sweet to my mean\n\n[Outro]\nI just want to sing a song with you\nI just want to sing a song with youEmbed", 'default'

Journey___Any_Way_You_Want_It

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"Any Way You Want It Lyrics[Intro]\nAny way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\n\n[Verse 1]\nShe loves to laugh\nShe loves to sing\nShe does everything\nShe loves to move\nShe loves to groove\nShe loves the loving things\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOoh, all night\nAll night\nOh, every night\nSo hold tight\nHold tight\nOoh, baby, hold tight\nOh, she said\n\n[Chorus]\nAny way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\nShe said, Any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\n\n[Verse 2]\nI was alone\nI never knew\nWhat good love could do\nOoh, then we touched\nThen we sang\nAbout the loving things\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOoh, all night\nAll night\nOh, every night\nSo hold tight\nHold tight\nOoh baby, hold tight\nOh, she said\nSee Journey LiveGet tickets as low as $49You might also like[Chorus]\nAny way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\nI said, any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Bridge]\nShe said ohh\nHold on\nHold on\nHold on\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, she said any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\nAny way Any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, she said any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\nAny way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\n[Chorus]\nAny way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\nAny way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\n\n[Chorus]\nAny way Any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\nAny way Any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\n\n[Chorus]\nAny way Any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it\nAny way Any way you want it\nThat's the way you need it\nAny way you want it7Embed", 'default'

Ashlee_Simpson___Outta_My_Head_Ay_Ya_Ya

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"Outta My Head Ay Ya Ya Lyrics[Verse 1]\nWhat?\nIs that all you got to say?\nWhat? What?\nYou're rubbing me the wrong way\nSee your lips moving\nBut I don't catch a word you say\nShut up your chatter\nI need for you to go away Uh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd all I hear is ay ya ya ya ya\nYou're talking way too much\nI can't even hear me now\nAll your noise is messing with my head\nYou're in my head\nGet outta my head\n[Chorus]\nOutta my, outta my head\nWant you outta my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nGet out of my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nWant you outta my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nThat's what I said\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat?\nYou looking at me for, huh?\nShow me\nRespect or I will show you the door\nGet out that door\nLately\nI've got a problem with the way that you behave\nYou're too much\nAnd all your pushin’ don't leave enough room for me\nHa ha ha\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd all I hear is ay ya ya ya ya\nYou're talking way too much\nI can't even hear me now\nAll your noise is messing with my head\nYou're in my head\nGet outta my head\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nOutta my, outta my head\nWant you outta my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nGet out of my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nWant you outta my head\nOutta my, outta my head\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nAnd all I hear is ay ya ya ya ya\nYou're talking way too much\nI can't even hear me now\nAll your noise is messing with my head\nYou're in my head\nGet outta my head\n\n[Bridge]\nAll your opinions, keep 'em to yourself\nJust let me think so I can hear myself\nWouldn't it be nice if I could just go solo, take the day off?\nI'd be alright if you would leave me to it, back the fuck off\nAy ya ya ya ya\nYou're talking way too much\nYou tell me one more time how I should live\nI swear I'll bite your head off\nI am who I am, and I can't be no one else\nYou've got nothing nice to say\nKeep your comments to yourself Ow!\n[Chorus]\nOutta my, outta my head\nWant you outta my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nGet out of my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nWant you outta my head\nOutta my, outta my head\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd all I hear is ay ya ya ya ya\nYou're talking way too much\nI can't even hear me now\nAll your noise is messing with my head\nYou're in my head\nGet outta my head\n\n[Chorus]\nOutta my, outta my head\nWant you outta my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nGet out of my head\nOutta my, outta my head\nWant you outta my head\nOutta my, outta my head\n\n[Outro]\nAnd all I hear is ay ya ya ya ya\nYou're talking way too much\nI can't even hear me now\nAll your noise is messing with my head\nYou're in my head\nGet outta my head1Embed", 'default'

Joss_Stone___The_Chokin_Kind

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"The Chokin’ Kind Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI only hmm, meant to love you\nDidn't you know it, baby?\nDidn't you know it?\nAnd why couldn't you be content\nWith the love I gave? Oh, ye-yeah\nI gave you my heart, hmm\nBut you wanted my mind, hmm-hmm\nOoh, your love scares me to death, boy\nIt's the chokin' kind\nThat's all it is\n[Verse 2]\nSee, you can kill a girl\nWith a bottle of poison or a knife\nI know you can\nIt'll hurt her more to take her pride\nAnd ruin her life\nIt's a shame, it's a shame, boy\nWhatever it is, boy\nI surely hope you find, oh, ye-yeah\nI tell you that hat hmm, don't fit my head\nOoh, it's the chokin' kind\nIt makes me wanna, hmm, hmm-hmm\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen you fall in love again, boy, uh\nTake a tip from me, oh, ye-yeah\nOoh, if you don't like the peach\nThen walk on by the tree\nThat's what you better do, honey, honey\nOoh, find what you want, boy\nKeep it, treat it, sweet and kind, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOh, let it breathe, don't go making it\nThe chokin' kind, hmm\n\n\nDon't, don't break my heart, baby, baby\nChokin' kind, that's all it is\nI know you love me truly, truly, yeah\nChokin' kind, that's all it is\nReally, I do, honey, oh\nBut your love scares me to death, boy\nChokin' kind, that's all it is\nYes, it does\nChokin' kind, that's all it is\nIt's the chokin' kind\nThat's all it is, that's all it is\nYeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah\nYeah, ye-ye-yeah\nWhoa-oh-oh\nOoh-ooh-oohSee Joss Stone LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Home_Grown___Second_Best

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"Second Best LyricsI want your boyfriend\nIn a box\nSo i can send him off\nSomewhere far away\nThen we'll be the way\nLike we used to be\nUsed to be\nYou want my girlfriend\nAll tied up so you can flatten her\n\nSince I'm not with you\nNow your telling her\nThat you still want me\nStill want me\nCHORUS:\nI don't want to be second best\nI've waited too long\nI just want a second chance\nTo be your first again\n\nYour never satisfied\nWith anyone\nPretending your content\nWhen your boyfriend leaves\nYou'll be calling me\nThen we'll cheat again\nCheat again\n\nCHORUS\n\nTo be your first again\nWhy can't the feeling end\nTo be your first again\n\nCHORUS x2You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Have_You_Ever_Seen_The_Rain

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"Have You Ever Seen the Rain? Lyrics[Verse 1]\nSomeone told me long ago\nThere's a calm before the storm\nI know, it's been comin' for some time\nWhen it's over, so they say\nIt'll rain a sunny day\nI know, shinin' down like water\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna know, have you ever seen the rain?\nI wanna know, have you ever seen the rain?\nComin' down on a sunny day\n[Verse 2]\nYesterday, and days before\nSun is cold and rain is hard\nI know, been that way for all my time\n'Til forever, on it goes\nThrough the circle, fast and slow\nI know, it can't stop, I wonder\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to know, have you ever seen the rain?\nI want to know, have you ever seen the rain?\nComin' down on a sunny day\n\nYeah!\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to know, have you ever seen the rain?\nI want to know, have you ever seen the rain?\nComin' down on a sunny dayYou might also like38Embed", 'default'

EagleEye_Cherry___Falling_In_Love_Again

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"Falling In Love Again LyricsI'm so tired\nOf falling in love\nFinding it easier to fall out\nCan't deny it\nI feel it inside Cupid's fire\nI can't hide\n\n[Chorus:]\nI'm falling in love again\nAin't nothing I can do\nFalling in love again\nGirl this time it's with you\nWhen I fall\nIt's always the same\nAnd I'm so tired\nOf playing this game\nIt's been so long now\nSince I gave up my heart\nI've kept it locked down\nI don't wanna get it harmed\nSo let me tell you now\nI just want to be sure\nThat you won't hurt me\nCan you promise me that\n\n[Chorus:]\nI'm falling in love again\nAin't nothing I can do\nFalling in love again\nGirl this time it's with you\nWhen I fall\nIt's always the same\nAnd I'm so tired\nOf playing this game\n\nYou got to tell me\nIf you're going to break my heart\n'Cos I don't wanna take the chance\nAnd if it ain't true\nAll it's gonna be\nIs nothing but a poor romance\nSo give me that promise to hold on\nAnd I'll never let you go\nWe gotta have something to go on\nI'm letting you know now\nYou might also like[Chorus:]\nI'm falling in love again\nAin't nothing I can do\nFalling in love again\nGirl this time it's with you\nWhen I fall\nIt's always the same\nAnd I'm so tired\nOf playing this game\n\nFalling in love again\nI'm falling now, I'm falling\nFalling in love again\nGirl, you got me, yeah, you got me, oh\nI'm Falling in love again\nOh, I'm falling now\nI'm Falling in love againoh yeah\nFalling in love again\nFalling in love again\nI'm Falling in love again\nI'm Falling in love againEmbed", 'default'

Doves___Far_From_Grace

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"Far from Grace LyricsIf you should fall\nIf you should fall\nFar from grace\n\nIf you should call\nOn him\nWake up to the music again\nYou can feel sunlight\nIn your eyes\n\nLiving is so useless 'round here\nThe city's so dangerous\nOn your own\nHow beauty dies young\n\nBut if you should fall\nOh, if you should flow\nFrom grace\nHow beauty\nBeauty fades\n\nIf you should fold\nIf you should fail\nFar from grace\nFar from grace\n\nOh, oh beauty\nYou could knowYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Extreme___Get_the_Funk_Out

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"Get the Funk Out Lyrics[Verse 1]\nIf you don't like what you see here\nNobody wants to take you prisoner\nSo, let me make it nice and clear, dear\nThe exit is right there\nI don't mean to be rude, dude\nBut you'd better change your attitude\nI don't like what I see here\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou're all invited to the party\nYou know you didn't have to come\nNo rotten apple's gonna spoil my fun\n[Chorus]\nIf you don't like what you see here\nGet the funk out\nWe won't try to force feed you\nGet the funk out\n\n[Interlude]\nHey, Patrick!\nNot bad, for a pasty-faced white boy!\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou can't please everybody\nBut everybody cannot please me\nI don't like what I see here\nThat's why I do what I want to\nSo why don't you do\nDo it to, do it to me, hey\nAnd if you don't like what ya see\nYou can always leave the country\nI don't like what I see here\nYeah, yeah yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou're all invited to the party\nYou know you didn't have to come\nNo rotten apple's gonna spoil my fun\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nIf you don't like what you see here\nGet the funk out\nHah, get the funk out, get the funk out\nWe won't try to force feed you\nGet the funk out\nHa, now get the funk out, get the funk out\n\nIf you don't like what you see here\nIf you don't like what you see here\nGet the funk out\nGet the funk out, get the funk out, get the funk out\nWe won't try to force feed you\nGet the... funk out\n\n[Instrumental break]\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Outro]\nIf you don't like what you see here\nGet the funk out\nWe won't try to force feed you\nGet the\nIf you don't like what you see here\nGet the funk out\nWe won't try to force feed you\nGet the funk out\nIf you don't like what you see here\nGet the funk out\nWe won't try to force feed you\nGet theEmbed", 'default'

Ben_Folds___Songs_Of_Love

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"Songs of Love Lyrics[Verse 1]\nPale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets and coffee-shops\nTheir prey gather in herds of stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks\nBut while they search for a mate, my type hibernate in bedrooms above\nComposing their songs of love\n\n[Verse 2]\nYoung, uniform minds in uniform lines and uniform ties\nRun 'round with trousers on fire and signs of desire they cannot disguise\nWhile I try to find words as light as the birds that circle above\nTo put in my songs of love\n[Bridge]\nFate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice\nFortune depends on the tone of your voice\n\n[Refrain]\nSo sing while you have time, let the sun shine down from above\nAnd fill you with songs of love\n\n[Bridge]\nFate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice\nFortune depends on the tone of your voice\n\n[Refrain]\nSo sing while you still can, while the sun hangs high up above\nWonderful songs of love\nBeautiful songs of love\nBeautiful songs of love\nBeautiful songs of loveSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Flipsyde___Trumpets

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"Trumpets Lyrics[Steve Knight]\nCountin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all\nAnd I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep\nTakes me back way back when we were young and we were friends\nNow I'm home alone smokin' cigarettes waitin' by the phone\nSweet Virgina blue skies early mornin' sunrise\nI can see your spirit dancin' next to mine\n\n[Chorus] Steve Knight\nI know that you'll never be the same again\nWe can just roll on down this road my friend\nI know that you'll never be just never be alone\nI know that you'll be there when I will say goodbye\n[MC Piper]\nHold on tight baby lean when I lean\nBoth arms tight lady follow my lead\nLet your hair down feel it blow in the breeze\nI'm a' take you to a place that you'll never believe\nRiding on the wind disappear in the sky\nNever ask why spread wings and fly\nSunbathe in the sunrays and dream\nListening to Dave play and Stevie sing\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Steve Knight]\nCountin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all\nAnd I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep\nTakes me back way back when we were young and we were friends\nNow I'm home alone smokin' cigarettes waitin' by the phone\nSweet Virgina blue skies early mornin' sunrise\nI can see your spirit dancin' next to mine\n\n[Chorus]You might also like1Embed", 'default'

Amy_Studt___Chasing_The_Light

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"Chasing the Light LyricsDon't go outside\n'Cause you never know, you never know-oh-oh\nYou never know-oh-oh, know-oh-oh\nDon't wear that dress tonight\n'Cause you never know, you never know-oh-oh\nYou never know-oh-oh, know-oh-oh\n\nWhy go through life with eyes wide shut\nHere comes the sting of pain again\nJust open up and let it in\nThat's when the healing can begin\nChasing the light\nAnd when you stay away from dreams\nYour world is never what it seems\nThe end is falling into reach\nChasing the light\nBetter hold on tight\n'Cause you never know, you never know-oh-oh\nYou never know-oh-oh, know-oh-oh\nDon't sober up tonight\n'Cause you never know, you never know-oh-oh\nAnd everything is for show\nAnd everybody is so cold\n\nDon't go through life with eyes wide shut\nHere comes the sting of pain again\nJust open up and let it in\nThat's when the healing can begin\nChasing the light\nAnd when you stay away from dreams\nYour world is never what it seems\nThe end is falling into reach\nChasing the light\n\nAnd when you stay away from dreams\nYour world is never what it seems\nThe end is falling into reach\nThe end is falling into reach\nThe end is falling into reach\n\nHere comes the sting of pain again\nJust open up and let it in\nThat's when the healing can begin\nChasing the light\nAnd when you stay away from dreams\nYour world is never what it seems\nThe end is falling into reach\nChasing the light\nYou might also likeChasing the light, chasing the lightEmbed", 'default'

Bread___Make_It_With_You_LP_Version

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"What’s Love Got to Do With It LyricsAlbum Version Dirty\n\n* Intro Ooh, yeah, yeah\nWhat's love got to do\nWarren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm\n\n* Verse 1\nWhen G-dog, the hog, come up in the place\nIt's dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your face\nYou wanna live fat, off of my sack\nYou got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act\nCause back before '92 and '93\nYou didn't give a damn about Warren G\nBut now that I'm slingin' platinum LP's\nAll of a sudden, you on my N.U.T's\nAin't nothin' you can do to make it stop\nCause money makes the world go 'round and the panties drop\nI ain't in love though, I don't need the pressure\nI just wanna dig it like I'm diggin' for treasure\nSome of y'all had a good thing that you couldn't keep\nThought you was TLC, you had to creep\nYou say you had love, I said you bullshiting\nIt's all about the dough, so what's love got to do with it?\n* Chorus What's love got to do, got to do with it that's right?\nWhat's love if you don't respect the game uh-huh?\nWhat's love got to do, got to do with it?\nIf you lack in this game, it's a shame, you won't make it\n\n* Verse 2\nNow, I'm the type of brother that's down for mines\nBefore I made beats, I was down the grind\nBack then, every single homey had my back\nNow they're peepin' my stack and they're talkin' bout jack\nBut I'm the same brother day in and day out\nAnd I'm-a stay that way until the day I lay out\nIn a casket, it's drastic, cause homies is plastic\nBreak 'em off some bread, they want the whole damn basket\nIf you's a true homey, you would wish me well\nNot plot to make a brother bail, jealous as hell\nWe used to get the same riches\nNow your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin' on my riches\nWhich is, not a suprise, my eyes peep game\n211's, 187's it's all the same\nIt's all a shame, homies'd jack you for your grip\nAin't no love involved, because it's all about the chips\n\n* Repeat chorus\n\n* Verse 3\nNow for these labels tellin' fables\nMakin' the fucked-up deals under the tables\nYou think that you smart, but, fool, I'm the smartest\nYou can't make no money if you can't keep an artist\nSign the dotted line, put 'em on the shelf\nBreak 'em off some crumbs, keep the rest for yourself\nI know how it goes, treat an artist like a ho\nFly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough\nSince it's all business, I'm-a handle mine\nKeep track of my stack down to the very last dime\nCause in this rap game, it's all about the buck\nYou bend over for the label and you will get fucked\nLike how we run up in them trick, and then you're through\nThe record label do the same shit to you\n90% business, 10% show\nAin't no love in this game, cause it's all about the dough\nYou might also like* Repeat chorus2Embed", 'default'

Billie_Holiday___Youre_My_Thrill

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"You’re My Thrill LyricsYou're my thrill\nYou do something to me\nYou send chills right through me\nWhen I look at you\n'Cause you're my thrill\n\nYou're my thrill\nHow my pulse increases\nI just go to pieces\nWhen I look at you\n'Cause you're my thrill\nHmmm-nothing seems to matter\nHmmm-here's my heart on a silver platter\nWhere's my will\nWhy this strange desire\nThat keeps morning higher\nWhen I look at you\nI can't keep still\nYou're my thrillYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Keith_Anderson___Pickin_Wildflowers

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"Pickin’ Wildflowers LyricsHey baby whatcha doin' this evening?\nCan you meet me down at the railroad tracks?\nI got Tom Petty playin' in my Silverado\nAnd I iced down a six-pack, uh-oh\n\nHey Daisy don't you worry 'bout your mama\nLike 007 we can keep it covert\nUndercover on the ground by the water\nGonna get a little peace on earth\n\n[Chorus:]\nBaby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers?\nGot a spot way back in the woods\nSneak away for a couple of hours\nYou and me baby, pickin' wildflowers\nHey baby, Mother Nature is waitin'\nAnd love's bloomin' like a cherry tree\nLet's buzz around, maybe do some pollinating\nDive on in like honey bees\n\n[Chorus]\nBaby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers?\nGot a spot way back in the woods\nSneak away for a couple of hours\nYou and me baby\nPickin' wildflowers\n\nTake a trail ride if you know what I mean\nHey baby won't you come with me?\n\n[Chorus]\nBaby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers?\nGot a spot way back in the woods\nSneak away for a couple of hours\nSpend a little time, pickin' wildflowers\n\nBaby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers?\nGot a spot way back in the woods\nSneak away for a couple of hours\nYou and me baby, You and me baby\nPickin' wildflowers\nYou might also likeWhatcha say we go\nWhatcha say we go\nWhatcha say we go\nWhatcha say we go, pickin' wildflowers?\nPickin' wildflowers?Embed", 'default'

Kelis_Featuring_Markita___Mafia

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"Mafia Lyrics[Verse 1: Markita]\nSomebody made me an offer and I accepted\nForever in debted to weapon, love, honor, and respected\nBut his image was different than what his character reflected\nWord is he's seven-thirty his hands never dirty\nAll I know this so-called psycho never hurt me\nTouch me down to tips, shopping sprees on Fifth\nWith enough dough that could be carry out on forklifts\nEarnt his trust, together till we turn to dust\nUntil his theory disintegrated and burnt to crust\nWhat? What?\n[Verse 2: Kelis]\nDeath to a soft heart, that's what I vow to you\nThe vows I vow to you, amazing how it's true\nTalk goes on our phone, just to remind you\nThat I'm behind you, the feds won't find you\n\n[Chorus: Kelis]\nRelax, my love, the love I have for you is like the mafia\nFor you I'd testify\nI'd lie for you, of course, since my love is like the mafia\nAnd for you I will fight\n\n[Verse 3: Markita]\nMister and Mrs., but I wonder where the bliss is\nSealed in blood and Cordion kisses\nThe shit I witnessed would give a bitch morning sickness\nDecomposed bodies thrown in the ditches\nAs for snitches ain't nothing lower than that\nIntentions to squeal on your fam make you low as a rat\nGot capos for flaming at those\nLame ass hoes, so you know next time keep your trap close\n\n[Verse 4: Kelis]\nWhat would you doubt for? I'd never lie to you\nOf course I'd die for you, I'd be your eye for you\nMy love, rest assured, I'll raise our sons for you\nI'll save our ones for you, load up your guns for you\nYou might also like[Chorus: Kelis]\nRelax, my love, the love I have for you is like the mafia\nFor you I'd testify\nI'd lie for you, of course, since my love is like the mafia\nAnd for you I will fight\nRelax, my love, the love I have for you is like the mafia\nFor you I'd testify\nI'd lie for you, of course, since my love is like the mafia\nAnd for you I will fight\n\n[Verse 5: Markita]\nRiches, traditions niggas once held dear\nLet it be known that your name alone spell fear\nGun for gun, hundred to one, forget about it\nPetty shit, rise above and get up out it\nCould give a shit about it, time to focus a foe\nMany lives bought and sold, fortunes favor the bold\nConnected like phone lines to racketeering to known crimes\nWinners turning long shots to gold mines\n\n[Verse 6: Kelis]\nThe high speed chases, I'll do them just like you\nI'll give them dust like you, turn around and bust like you\nThen I'll deserve it every time I get high\n\n[Chorus: Kelis]\nRelax, my love, the love I have for you is like the mafia\nFor you I'd testify\nI'd lie for you, of course, since my love is like the mafia\nAnd for you I will fight\n[Outro: Kelis]\nFor you I testify\nOh, ohEmbed", 'default'

Danzig___Cantspeak

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"Cantspeak LyricsCan't speak\nCan't talk\nCan't do anything they want\n\nCan't hide\nOr change your mind\nGonna live with all my soul inside\n\nCan't speak\nCan't talk\nCan't stop for the reeling cause\nOr love, I told 'em all about it\nCan't talk, 'cause I'm already lost\nCan't think\nCan't cry\nKeep thinking of a suicide\nIt's hard, I just can't forget it\nGonna fade 'cause I'm already dead\n\nCan't think\nCan't dream\nDon't care if I live or die\nDon't talk, I just can't believe it\nGonna fade 'cause I'm already dead\n\nI can't think\nI can't dream\nDon't believe anything I see\nOh no, I don't want to get it\nGotta leave or I'll live to regret it\n\nCan't speak\nCan't lie\nCan't go anywhere to hide\n'Cause I can't think\nI can't cry\nI keep thinking of a suicide\n\nCan't speak\nCan't talk\nCan't do anything I want\n'Cause I can't hide\nOr change your mind\nGonna live with all my soul inside\nYou might also likeCan't speak\nCan't talk\nCan't do anything I want to\n'Cause I can't hide\nOr change your mind\nGonna live with all my soul inside, 'causeEmbed", 'default'

Iron_Maiden___The_Legacy

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'The Legacy Lyrics[Intro]\nTell you a thing that you ought to know\nTwo minutes of your time, then on you go\nTell tale of the men all dressed in black\nThat most of them, not coming back\nSent off to war to play little games\nAnd on their return, can\'t name no names\nSome strange yellow gas has played with their minds\nHas reddened their eyes, removed all the lies\nAnd strange as it sounds, death knows no bounds\nHow many get well?\nOnly time will tell\nOnly time will tell\n[Verse 1]\nYou lie in your death bed now\nBut what did you bring to the table?\nBrought us only holy sin\nUtter trust is a deadly thing\nTo the prayer of holy peace\nWe didn\'t know what was lying underneath\nSo how could we be such fools?\nAnd to think that we thought you the answer\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI can\'t begin to understand in all the lies\nBut on your death bed, I can see it in your eyes\nJust as clear as all the sweat upon your brow\nIt really makes sense, I can really see it clearly now\n\n[Verse 2]\nTangled up in a web of lies\nCould have been a way to prophesize\nUnaware of the consequence\nNot aware of the secrets that you kept\nNothing that we could believe\nTo reveal the facade of faceless men\nNot a thing that we could foresee\nNow a sign that would tell us the outcome\nSee Iron Maiden LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nYou had us all strung out with promises of peace\nBut all along, your cover plan was to deceive\nCan it put to rights now?\nOnly time will tell\nYour prophecies will send us all to Hell as well\n\n[Chorus]\nLeft to all our golden sons\nAll to pick up on the peace\nYou could have given all of them\nA little chance, at least\nTake the world to better place\nGiven them all just a little hope\nJust think what a legacy you now will leave\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Outro]\nWe seemed destined to live in fear\nAnd some that would say Armageddon is near\nBut where there\'s a life, while there\'s hope\nThat man won\'t self-destruct\nWhy can\'t we treat our fellow men\nWith more respect and a shake of their hands?\nBut anger and loathing is rife\nThe death on all sides is becoming a way of life\nWe live in an uncertain world\nFear, understanding and ignorance is leading to death\nOnly the corpses are left\nFor vultures that prey on their bones\nBut some are just not wanting peace\nTheir whole life is death and misery\nThe only thing that they know;\n"Fight fire with fire, life is cheap"\nBut if they do stop to think\nThat man is teetering right on the brink\nBut do you think that they care?\nThey benefit from death and pain and despairEmbed', 'default'

Black_Tambourine___By_Tomorrow

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"By Tomorrow LyricsDo just what you want to\nBut keep in mind if you do I'll be gone\nBy tomorrow if you don't leave her\nI'm a ghost\n\nSleep with who you want to\nBut if it's not me then I won't be here to see\nBy tomorrow sleep with me or\nI'm a ghost\n\nDo what makes you happy\nBut I won't stay here as long as you make me sad\nBy tomorrow if you don't love me\nI'm a ghostYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Amy_Winehouse___Back_To_Black

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"TranslationsFrançaisBack to Black Lyrics[Verse 1]\nHe left no time to regret\nKept his dick wet with his same old safe bet\nMe and my head high\nAnd my tears dry, get on without my guy\nYou went back to what you know\nSo far removed from all that we went through\nAnd I tread a troubled track\nMy odds are stacked, I'll go back to black\n\n[Chorus]\nWe only said goodbye with words\nI died a hundred times\nYou go back to her and I go back to\nI go back to us\n[Verse 2]\nI love you much, it's not enough\nYou love blow and I love puff\nAnd life is like a pipe\nAnd I'm a tiny penny rollin' up the walls inside\n\n[Chorus]\nWe only said goodbye with words\nI died a hundred times\nYou go back to her and I go back to\nWe only said goodbye with words\nI died a hundred times\nYou go back to her and I go back to\n[Bridge]\nBlack, black, black, black\nBlack, black, black\nI go back to\nI go back to\n\n[Chorus]\nWe only said goodbye with words\nI died a hundred times\nYou go back to her and I go back to\nWe only said goodbye with words\nI died a hundred times\nYou go back to her and I go back to blackYou might also like106Embed", 'default'

Hellogoodbye___Baby__Its_Fact

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"Baby, It’s Fact LyricsJust in case their wondering\nThey've got us pinned terribly\nThey don't believe our love is real\nCause they don't know how real love feels\nYou should know it's true\nJust now, the part about my love for you\nAnd how my heart's about burst\nInto a thousand pieces\nOh it must be true\nAnd They'll believe us to soon\nBaby, it's fact\nThat our love is true\nThe way black is black\nAnd blue is just blue\nMy love is true\nIt's a matter of fact\nOh, and you love me too\nIt's as simple as that\nBaby, our love is true\nThey may say some awful things\nBut there's no point in listening\nYour words are the only words\nThat I believe in afterwards\nYou should know it's true\nJust now, the part about my love for you\nAnd how my heart's about burst\nInto a thousand pieces\nOh it must be true\nAnd They'll believe us to soon\nBaby, it's fact\nThat our love is true\nThe way black is black\nAnd blue is just blue\nMy love is true\nIt's a matter of fact\nOh, and you love me too\nIt's as simple as that\nBaby, our love is true\n\nIt's true\nOh oh oh\nIt's true\nOh oh oh\nIt's true\nOh oh oh\nIt's true\nWhoa oh oh\nYou might also likeBaby, it's fact\nThat our love is true\nThe way black is black\nAnd blue is just blue\nMy love is true\nIt's a matter of fact\nOh, and you love me too\nIt's as simple as that\n\nBaby, it's fact\nThat our love is true\nThe way black is black\nAnd blue is just blue\nMy love is true\nIt's a matter of fact\nOh, and you love me too\nIt's as simple as that\n\nBaby, it's fact\nOur love is true\nBaby, it's fact\nOur love is true\nOhhh\nBaby, it's fact\nOur love is true\nBaby, it's fact\nOhhh\nBaby, it's fact\nOur love\nOur love is true2Embed", 'default'

David_Sylvian___Ride

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"Ride Lyrics[Verse 1]\nMessages ran all over town\nWords without sound\nCondemned me\nAnd left me for dead\nAll over again\nIt wasn't the first time, but this time\nThings will never be the same\n\n[Chorus]\nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide\n[Verse 2]\nThe chapel was burned\nRazed to the ground\nFrom the darkest of clouds\nSmall birds tumbled like rain\nTime and again\nYou may go charging at windmills\nIn these days\nAbsurdities never change\n\n[Chorus]\nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide\n\n[Bridge]\nIn the thick of the woods\nThe word is taboo\nIn the darkest of continents\nLight can deceive you\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground\nIn this world of lost and found\nThe eagle flies\nRideEmbed", 'default'

Angelspit___Wreak_Havoc

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"Wreak Havoc LyricsBrutal acts of sapiens\nLeaves Jehovah in disgust\nCreative acts of clever monkeys\nLeaves the Devil envious\nAdd up all of Hades' blessings\nTotal all of Heaven's curse\nLet you know we've done it better\nHorrifically we did it worse\n\nI am the sixth son of the sixth son of the sixth son\nI am the borged again, son of war\nTechnology's child, daughter of rebellion\nSon of a bitch, blossom of a whore\nI am a god-killing virus\nDestruction with eight arms\nMonster with seven severed heads\nI am the son of Mars\nCleansed with infected blood\nVile disease walking on two legs\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me\n\nWreak havoc right now, right now, riot now\nWreak havoc right now, right now, riot now\nUnleash hell\n\nDirty human gone insane\nOutshadows any part of Hell\nHope and horror mixed in blood\nA seething mass out of control\nOur shining future in revolt\nWhile senile gods are in retreat\nLeft, right, wrong, right\nMakes the heavens obsolete\n\nI am beyond god, I am human\nI am the razor blade on the Communion tray\nI am a freak in control, not a control freak\nI am the sheep that got away\nI am burning but never consumed\nDetermined with nothing to lose\nI am who I am, who I am, who I am\nWho am I?\nYou might also likeWreak havoc right now, right now, riot now\nWreak havoc right now, right now, riot now\nUnleash hell\n\nPretty girl, pretty boy\nPretty insane, pretty fucked up\nPretty girl, pretty boy\nPretty insane, pretty fucked up\nPretty girl, pretty boy\nPretty insane, pretty fucked up\nPretty girl, pretty boy\nPretty insane, pretty fucked up\n\nMade real put into action\nSurgically atoned to perfection\nMade flesh, son of bland\nFuck your plans for redemption\nMade real put into action\nSurgically atoned to perfection\nMade flesh, son of bland\nFuck your plans for redemption\n\nDo it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me do it\nThe devil made me\nWreak havoc\nWreak havoc\n\nWreak havoc right now, right now, riot now\nWreak havoc right now, right now, riot now\nUnleash hell\nWreak havoc right now, right now, riot now\nWreak havoc right now, right now, riot now\nUnleash hell1Embed", 'default'

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'MERCYCTE // The House on Mango Street LyricsThe House On Mango Street.\n\nWe didn\'t always live on Mango street. Before that we lived on Loomis on the third floor and before that we lived on Keeler. Before Keeler it was Paulina, and before that I can\'t remember. But what I remember most is moving a lot. Each time it seemed there\'d be one more of us. By the time we got to Mango Street we were six--Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, my sister Nenny and me.\nThe house on Mango Street is ours, and we don\'t have to pay rent to anybody, or share the yard with the people down stairs, or be careful not to make too much noise, and there isn\'t a landlord banging on the ceiling with a broom. But even so, it\'s not the house we\'d thought we\'d get.\nWe had to leave the flat on Loomis quick. The water pipes broke and the landlord wouldn\'t fix them because the house was too old. We had to leave fast. We were using the washroom next door and carrying water over in empty milk gallons. That\'s why Mama and Papa looked for a house, and that\'s why we moved into the house on Mango Street, far away, on the other side of town.\nThey always told us that one day we would move into a house, a real that would be ours for always so we wouldn\'t have to move each year. And our house would have running water and pipes that worked. And inside it would have real stairs, not hallway stairs, but stairs inside like the house on T.V.And we\'d have a basement and at least three washrooms so when we took a bath we wouldn\'t have to tell everybody. Our house would be white with trees around it, a great big yard and grass growing without a fence. This was the house Papa talked about when he held a lottery ticket and this was the house mama dreamed up in the stories she told us before we went to bed.\nBut the house on Mango street is not the way they told it at all. It\'s small and red with tight steps in front and windows so small you\'d think they were holding their breath. Bricks are crumbling in places, and the front door is so swollen you have to push hard to get in. There is no front yard, only four little elms the city planted by the curb. Out back is a small garage for the car we don\'t own yet and a small yard that looks smaller between the two buildings on either side. There are stairs, and the house has only one washroom. Everybody has to share a bedroom--Mama and Papa, Carlos and Kiki, me and Nenny.\nOnce when we were living on Loomis, a nun from my school passed by and saw m playing out front. The laundromat downstairs had been boarded up because it had been robbed two days before and the owner has painted on the wood YES WE\'RE OPEN so as not to lose business.\n\nWhere do you live? she asked.\nThere, I said pointing up to the third floor\nYou live there?\nThere. I had to look to where she pointed--the third floor, the painting peeling, wooden bars Papa had nailed on the windows so we wouldn\'t fall out. You live there? The way she said it made me feel like nothing. There. I loved there. I nodded.\nI knew then I had to have a house. A real house. One I could point to. But this isn\'t it. The house on Mango Street isn\'t it. For the time being, Mama says. Temporary, says Papa. But I know how those things go.\n\nHairs.\n\nEverybody in our family has different hair. My Papa\'s hair is like a broom, all up in the air. And me, my hair is lazy. It never obeys barrettes or bands. Carlos\' hair is thick and straight. He doesn\'t need to comb it. Nenny\'s hair is slippery——slides out of your hand. And Kiki, who is the youngest, has hair like fur.\nBut my mother\'s hair, my mother\'s hair, like little rosettes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty because she pinned it in pincurls all day, sweet to put your nose into when she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe, is the warm smell of bread before you bake it, is the smell when she makes room for you on her side of the bed still warm with her skin, and you sleep near her, the rain outside falling and Papa snoring. The snoring, the rain, and Mama\'s hair that smells like bread.\n\nBoys & Girls\n\nThe boys and the girls live in separate worlds. The\nboys in their universe and we in ours. My brothers for\nexample. They\'ve got plenty to say to me and Nenny inside\nthe house. But outside they can\'t be seen talking to girls.\nCarlos and Kiki are each other\'s best friend ... not ours.\nNenny is too young to be my friend. She\'s just my\nsister and that was not my fault. You don\'t pick your sisters,\nyou just get them and sometimes they come like Nenny.\nShe can\'t play with those Vargas kids or she\'ll turn\nout just like them. And since she comes right after me, she\nis my responsibility.\nSomeday I will have a best friend all my own. One I\ncan tell my secrets to. One who will understand my jokes\nwithout my having to explain them. Until then I am a red\nballoon, a balloon tied to an anchor.\n\nMy Name\n\nIn English my name means hope. In Spanish it means\ntoo many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting. It is\nlike the number nine. A muddy color. It is the Mexican\nrecords my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is\nshaving, songs like sobbing.\nIt was my great-grandmother\'s name and now it is\nmine. She was a horse woman too, born like me in the\nChinese year of the horse-which is supposed to be bad\nluck if you\'re born female-but I think this is a Chinese\nlie because the Chinese, like the Mexicans, don\'t like their\nwomen strong.\nMy great-grandmother. I would\'ve liked to have known her, a wild horse of a woman, so wild she wouldn\'t\nmarry. Until my great-grandfather threw a sack over her\nhead and carried her off. Just like that, as if she were a\nfancy chandelier. That\'s the way he did it.\nAnd the story goes she never forgave him. She looked I\nout the window her whole life, the way so many women sit\ntheir sadness on an elbow. I wonder if she made the best\nwith what she got or was she sorry because she couldn\'t be\nall the things she wanted to be. Esperanza. I have inherited\nher name, but I don\'t want to inherit her place by the\nwindow.\nAt school they say my name funny as if the syllables\nwere made out of tin and hurt the roof of your mouth.\nBut in Spanish my name is made out of a softer something,\nlike silver, not quite as thick as sister\'s name Magdalena-which is uglier than mine. Magdalena who at\nleast can come home and become Nenny. But I am always\nEsperanza.\nI would like to baptize myself under a new name, a\nname more like the real me, the one nobody sees. Esperanza\nas Lisandra or Maritza or Zeze the X. Yes. Something\nlike Zeze the X will do.\n\nCathy Queen of Cats\nShe says, I am the great great grand cousin of the\nqueen of France. She lives upstairs, over there, next door\nto Joe the baby-grabber. Keep away from him, she says.\nHe is full of danger. Benny and Blanca own the comer\nstore. They\'re okay except don\'t lean on the candy counter.\nTwo girls raggedy as rats live across the street. You don\'t\nwant to know them. Edna is the lady who owns the building\nnext to you. She used to own a building big as a whale, but\nher brother sold it. Their mother said no, no, don\'t ever\nsell it. I won\'t. And then she closed her eyes and he sold\nit. Alicia is stuck-up ever since she went to college. She used\nto like me but now she doesn\'t.\nCathy who is queen of cats has cats and cats and cats.\nBaby cats, big cats, skinny cats, sick cats. Cats asleep like\nlittle donuts. Cats on top of the refrigerator. Cats taking a\nwalk on the dinner table. Her house is like cat heaven.\nYou want a friend, she says. Okay, I\'ll be your friend.\nBut only till next Tuesday. That\'s when we move away.\nGot to. Then as if she forgot I just moved in, she says the\nneighborhood is getting bad.\nCathy\'S father will have to fly to France one day and\nfind her great great distant grand cousin on her father\'s\nside and inherit the family house. How do I know this is\nso? She told me so. In the meantime they\'ll just have to\nmove a little farther north from Mango Street, a little farther\naway every time people like us keep moving in.\n\nOur Good Day\n\nIf you give me five dollars I will be your friend forever.\nThat\'s what the little one tells me.\nFive dollars is cheap since I don\'t have any friends\nexcept Cathy who is only my friend till Tuesday.\nFive dollars, five dollars.\nShe is trying to get somebody to chip in so they can\nbuy a bicycle from this kid named Tito. They already have\nten dollars and all they need is five more.\nOnly five dollars, she says.\nDon\', talk to them, says Cathy. Can\'t you see they smell\nlike a broom.\nBut I like them. Their clothes are crooked and old. They are wearing shiny Sunday shoes without socks. It\nmakes their bald ankles all red, but I like them. Especially\nthe big one who laughs with all her teeth. I like her even\nthough she lets the little one do all the talking.\nFive dollars, the little one says, only five. !\nCathy is tugging my arm and I know whatever I do\nnext will make her mad forever.\nWait a minute, I say, and run inside to get the five\ndollars. I have three dollars saved and I take two of Nenny\'s.\nShe\'s not home, but I\'m sure she\'ll he glad when she\nfinds out we own a bike. When I get back, Cathy is gone\nlike I knew she would be, but I don\'t care. I have two new\nfriends and a bike too.\nMy name is Lucy, the big one says. This here is Rachel\nmy sister.\nI\'m her sister, says Rachel. Who are you?\nAnd I wish my name was Cassandra or Alexis or Maritza-anything\nbut Esperanza-but when I tell them my\nname they don\'t laugh.\nWe come from Texas, Lucy says and grins. Her was\nborn here, but me I\'m Texas.\nYou mean she, I say.\nNo, 1\'11 from Texas, and doesn\'t get it.\nThis bike is three ways ours, says Rachel who is thinking\nahead already. Mine today, Lucy\'s tomorrow and yours\nday after.\nBut everybody wants to ride it today because the bike\nis new, so we decide to take turns after tomorrow. Today\nit belongs to all of us.\nI don\'t tell them about Nenny just yet. It\'s too complicated.\nEspecially since Rachel almost put out Lucy\'s eye\nabout who was going to get to ride it first. But finally we\nagree to ride it together. Why not?\nBecause Lucy has long legs; she pedals. I sit on the back seat and Rachel is skinny enough to get up on the\nhandlebars which makes the bike all wobbly as if the wheels\nare spaghetti, hut after a bit you get used to it.\nWe ride fast and faster. Past my house, sad and red\nand crumbly in places, past Mr. Benny\'s grocery on the\ncorner, and down the avenue which is dangerous. Laundromat, junkstore, drugstore, windows and cars and more\ncars, and around the block back to Mango.\nPeople on the bus wave. A very fat lady crossing the\nstreet says, You sure got quite a load there.\nRachel shouts, You got quite a load there too. She is\nvery sassy.\nDown, down Mango Street we go. Rachel, Lucy, me.\nOur new bicycle. Laughing the crooked ride back.\n\nLaughter\nNenny and I don\'t look like sisters ... not right away.\nNot the way you can tell with Rachel and Lucy who have\nthe same fat popside lips like everybody else in their family.\nBut me and Nenny, we are more alike than you would\nknow. Our laughter for example. Not the shy ice cream\nbells\' giggle of Rachel and Lucy\'s family, but all ofa sudden\nand surprised like a pile of dishes breaking. And other\nthings I can\'t explain.\nOne day we were passing a house that looked, in my\nmind, like houses I had seen in Mexico. I don\'t know why.\nThere was nothing about the house that looked exactly like the homes I remembered. I\'m not even sure why I thought it but it seemed to feel right.\nLook. at that house, I said, it looks like Mexico.\nRachel and Lucy look at me like I\'m crazy, but before\nLucy can let out a laugh, Nenny says: Yes, that\'s Mexico all\nright. That\'s what I was thinking exactly.\n\nGil\'s Furniture Bought & Sold\n\nThere is a junk store. An old man owns it. We bought\na used refrigerator from him once, and Carlos sold a box\nof magazines for a dollar. The store is small with just a\ndirty window for light. He doesn\'t turn the lights on unless\nyou got money to buy things with, so in the dark we look\nand see all kinds of things, me and Nenny. Tables with\ntheir feet upside-down and rows and rows of refrigerators\nwith round corners and couches that spin dust in the air\nwhen you punch them and a hundred T.V.\'s that don\'t\nwork probably. Everything is on top of everything so the\nwhole store has skinny aisles to walk through. You can get\nlost easy.\nThe owner, he is a black man who doesn\'t talk much\nand sometimes if you didn\'t know better you could be in there a long time before your eyes notice a pair of gold glasses floating in the dark. Nenny who thinks she is smart and talks to any old man, asks lots of questions. Me, I never\nsaid nothing to him except once when I bought the Statue\nof liberty for a dime.\nBut Nenny, I hear her asking one time how\'s this here\nand the man says, This, this is a music box, and I turn\naround quick thinking he means a pretty box with flowers\npainted on it, with a ballerina inside. Only there\'s nothing\nlike that where this old man is pointing, just a wood box\nthat\'s old and got a big brass record in it with holes. Then\nhe starts it up and all sorts of things start happening. It\'s\nlike all of a sudden he let go a million moths all over the\ndusty furniture and swan-neck shadows and in our bones.\nIt\'s like drops of water. Or like marimbas only with a funny\nlittle plucked sound to it like if you were running your\nfingers across the teeth of a metal comb.\nAnd then I don\'t know why, but I have to turn around\nand pretend I don\'t care about the box so Nenny won\'t see\nhow stupid I am. But Nenny, who is stupider, already is\nasking how much and I can see her fingers going for the\nquarters in her pants pocket.\n\nThis, the old man says shutting the lid, this ain\'t for\nsale.\n\nMeme Ortiz\n\nMeme Ortiz moved into Cathy\'s house after her family\nmoved away. His name isn\'t really Meme. His name isJuan.\nBut when we asked him what his name was he said Meme,\nand that\'s what everybody calls him except his mother.\nMeme has a dog with gray eyes, a sheepdog with two\nnames, one in English and one in Spanish. The dog is big,\nlike a man dressed in a dog suit, and runs the same way\nits owner does, clumsy and wild and with the limbs flopping\nallover the place like untied shoes.\n\nCathy\'s father built the house Meme moved into. It\nis wooden. Inside the floors slant. Some rooms uphill. Some\ndown. And there are no closets. Out front there are twenty one steps, all lopsided and jutting like crooked teeth made\nthat way on purpose, Cathy said, so the rain will slide off,\nand when Meme\'s mama calls from the doorway, Meme goes scrambling up the twenty-one wooden stairs with the\ndog with two names scrambling after him.\n\nAround the back is a yard, mostly dirt, and a greasy\nbunch of boards that used to be a garage. But what you\nremember most is this tree, huge, with fat arms and mighty\nfamilies of squirrels in the higher branches. All around,\nme neighborhood of roofs, black-tarred and A-framed,\nand in their gutters, the balls that never came back down\nto earth. Down at the base of the tree, the dog with two\nnames barks into the empty air, and there at the end of\nthe block, looking smaller still, our house with its feet\ntucked under like a cat.\nThis is the tree we chose for the First Annual Tarzan\nJumping Contest. Meme won. And broke both arms.\n\nLouie, His Cousin & His Other Cousin\n\nDownstairs from Meme\'s is a basement apartment that\nMeme\'s mother fixed up and rented to a Puerto Rican\nfamily. Louie\'s family. Louie is the oldest in a family of\nlittle sisters. He is my brother\'s friend really, but I know\nhe has two cousins and that his T-shirts never stay tucked\nin his pants.\nLouie\'s girl cousin is older than us. She lives with\nLouie\'s family because her own family is in Puerto Rico.\nHer name is Marin or Maris or something like that, and\nshe wears dark nylons all the time and lots of makeup she\ngets free from selling Avon. She can\'t come out-gotta\nbaby-sit with Louie\'s sisters-but she stands in the doorway a lot, all the time singing, clicking her fingers, the same song:\n\nApples, peaches, pumpkin pah-ay.\nYou\'re in love and so am ah-ay.\n\nLouie has another cousin. We only saw him once, but\nit was important. We were playing volleyball in the alley\nwhen he drove up in this great big yellow Cadillac with\nwhitewalls and a yellow scarf tied around the mirror.\nLouie\'s cousin had his arm out the window. He honked a\ncouple of times and a lot of faces looked out from Louie\'s\nback window and then a lot of people came out-Louie,\nMarin and all the little sisters.\nEverybody looked inside the car and asked where he\ngot it. There were white rugs and white leather seats. We\nall asked for a ride and asked where he got it. Louie\'s cousin\nsaid get in.\nWe each had to sit with one of Louie\'s little sisters on\nour lap, but that was okay. The seats were big and soft like\na sofa, and there was a little white cat in the back window\nwhose eyes lit up when the car stopped or turned. The\nwindows didn\'t roll up like in ordinary cars. Instead there\nwas a button that did it for you automatically. We rode up\nthe alley and around the block six times, but Louie\'s cousin\nsaid he was going to make us walk home if we didn\'t stop\nplaying with the windows or touching the FM radio.\nThe seventh time we drove into the alley we heard\nsirens ... real quiet at first, but then louder. Louie\'s cousin\nstopped the car right where we were and said, Everybody\nout of the car. Then he took off flooring that car into a\nyellow blur. We hardly had time to think when the cop car\npulled in the alley going just as fast. We saw the yellow\nCadillac at the end of the block trying to make a left-hand\nturn, but our alley is too skinny and the car hashed into\na lamppost.\nMarin screamed and we ran down the block to where\nthe cop car\'s siren spun a dizzy blue. The nose of that yellow\nCadillac was all pleated like an alligator\'s, and except for\na bloody lip and a bruised forehead, Louie\'s cousin was\nokay. They put handcuffs on him and put him in the backseat\nof the cop car, and we all waved as they drove away.\n\nMarin\n\nMarin\'s boyfriend is in Puerto Rico. She shows us his\nletters and makes us promise not to tell anybody they\'re\ngetting married when she goes back to P.R. She says he\ndidn\'t get a job yet, but she\'s saving the money she gets\nfrom selling Avon and taking care of her cousins.\nMarin says that if she stays here next year, she\'s going\nto get a real job downtown because that\'s where the best\njobs are, since you always get to look beautiful and get to\nwear nice clothes and can meet someone in the subway who\nmight marry you and take you to live in a big house far\naway.\nBut next year Louie\'s parents are going to send her back to her mother with a letter saying she\'s too much\ntrouble, and that is too bad because I like Marin. She is\nolder and knows lots of things. She is the one who told us\nhow Davey the Baby\'s sister got pregnant and what cream\nis best for taking off moustache hair and if you count the\nwhite flecks on your fingernails you can know how many\nboys are thinking of you and lots of other things I can\'t\nremember now.\nWe never see Marin until her aunt comes home from -.\nwork, and even then she can only stay out in front. She is\nthere every night with the radio. When the light in her\naunt\'s room goes out, Marin lights a cigarette and it doesn\'t\nmatter if it\'s cold out or if the radio doesn\'t work or if we\'ve\ngot nothing to say to each other. What matters, Marin says,\nis for the boys to see us and for us to see them. And since\nMarin\'s skirts are shorter and since her eyes are pretty,\nand since Marin is already older than us in many ways, the\nboys who do pass by say stupid things like I am in love with\nthose two green apples you call eyes, give them to me why\ndon\'t you. And Marin just looks at them without even blinking and is not afraid.\nMarin, under the streetlight, dancing by herself, is\nsinging the same song somewhere. I know. Is waiting for\na car to stop, a star to fall, someone to change her life.\n\nThose Who Don\'t\n\nThose who don\'t know any better come into our neighborhood\nscared. They think we\'re dangerous. They think\nwe will attack them with shiny knives. They are stupid\npeople who are lost and got here by mistake.\nBut we aren\'t afraid. We know the guy with the crooked\neye is Davey the BabY\'s brother, and the tall one next to\nhim in the straw brim, that\'s Rosa\'s Eddie V., and the big\none that looks like a dumb grown man, he\'s Fat Boy, though\nhe\'s not fat anymore nor a boy.\nAll brown all around, we are safe. But watch us drive\ninto a neighborhood of another color and our knees go\nshakity-shake and our car windows get rolled up tight and\nour eyes look straight. Yeah. That is how it goes and goes.\n\nThere was an Old Woman She Had So Many Children She Didn\'t Know What to Do\n\nRosa Vargas\' kids are too many and too much. It\'s\nnot her fault you know, except she is their mother and\nonly one against so many.\nThey are bad those Vargases, and how can they help\nit with only one mother who is tired all the time from\nbuttoning and bottling and babying, and who cries every\nday for the man who left without even leaving a dollar for bologna or a note explaining how come.\nThe kids bend trees and bounce between cars and\ndangle upside down from knees and almost break like\nfancy museum vases you can\'t replace. They think it\'s\nfunny. They are without respect for all things living, including themselves.\nBut after a while you get tired of being worried about\nkids who aren\'t even yours. One day they are playing\nchicken on Mr. Benny\'s roof. Mr. Benny says, Hey ain\'t\nyou kids know better than to he swinging up there? Come\ndown, you come down right now, and then they just spit.\nSee. That\'s what I mean. No wonder everybody gave\nup. Just stopped looking out when little Efren chipped his\nbuck tooth on a parking meter and didn\'t even stop Refugia\nfrom getting her head stuck between two slats in the back\ngate and nobody looked up not once the day Angel Vargas\nlearned to fly and dropped from the sky like a sugar donut,\njust like a faIling star, and exploded down to earth without\neven an "Oh."\n\nAlicia Who Sees Mice\n\nClose your eyes and they\'ll go away, her father says,\nor You\'re just imagining. And anyway, a woman\'s place is\nsleeping so she can wake up early with the tortilla star, the\none that appears early just in time to rise and catch the\nhind legs hide behind the sink, beneath the four-clawed\ntub, under the swollen floorboards nobody fixes, in the\ncorner of your eyes.\nAlicia, whose mama died, is sorry there is no one older\nto rise and make the lunchbox tortillas. Alicia, who inherited\nher mama\'s rolling pin and sleepiness, is young and\nsmart and studies for the first time at the university. Two\ntrains and a bus, because she doesn\'t want to spend her whole life in a factory or behind a rolling pin. Is a good\ngirl, my friend, studies all night and sees the mice, the ones\nher father says do not exist. Is afraid of nothing except\nfour-legged fur. And fathers.\n\nDarius & The Clouds\n\nYou can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep\nand wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when\nyou are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not\nenough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and\nmost things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can\nget and make the best of it.\nDarius, who doesn\'t like school, who is sometimes stupid\nand mostly a fool, said something wise today, though\nmost days he says nothing. Darius, who chases girls with\nfirecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and thinks he\'s\ntough, today pointed up because the world was full of\nclouds, the kind like pillows.\nYou all see that cloud, that fat one there? Darius said,\nthat? Where? That one next to the one that look like\npopcorn. That one there. See that. That\'s God, Darius said.\nGod? somebody little asked. God, he said, and made it\nsimple.\n\nAnd Some More\n\nThe Eskimos got thirty different names for snow, I\nsay. I read it in a book.\nI got a cousin, Rachel says. She got three different\nnames.\nThere ain\'t thirty different kinds of snow, Lucy says.\nThere are two kinds. The clean kind and the dirty kind,\nclean and dirty. Only two.\nThere are a million zillion kinds, says Nenny. No two\nexactly alike. Only how do you remember which one is\nwhich?\nShe got three last names and, let me see, two first\nnames. One in English and one in Spanish ...\nAnd clouds got at least ten different names, I say.\nNames for clouds? Nenny asks. Names just like you and me?\nThat up there, that\'s cumulus, and everybody looks\nup.\nCumulus are cute, Rachel says. She would say something\nlike that.\nWhat\'s that one there? Nenny asks, pointing a finger.\nThat\'s cumulus too. They\'re all cumulus today. Cumulus,\ncumulus, cumulus.\nNo, she says. That there is Nancy, otherwise known\nas Pig-eye. And over there her cousin Mildred, and little\nJoey, Marco, Nereida and Sue.\nThere are all different kinds of clouds. How many\ndifferent kinds of clouds can you think of?\nWell, there\'s these already that look like shaving\ncream ...\nAnd what about the kind that looks like you combed\nits hair? Yes, those are clouds too.\nPhyllis, Ted, Alfredo and Julie ...\nThere are clouds that look like big fields of sheep,\nRachel says. Them are my favorite.\nAnd don\'t forget nimbus the rain cloud, I add, that\'s\nsomething.\nJose and Dagoberto, Alicia, Raul, Edna, Alma and\nRickey ...\nThere\'s that wide puffy cloud that looks like your face\nwhen you wake up after falling asleep with all your clothes\non.\nReynaldo, Angelo, Albert, Armando, Mario ...\nNot my face. Looks like your fat face.\nRita, Margie, Ernie ...\nWhose fat face?\nEsperanza\'s fat face, that\'s who. Looks like Esperan\xadza\'s ugly face when she comes to school in the morning.\nAnita, Stella, Dennis, and Lolo ...\nWho you calling ugly, ugly?\nRichie, Yolanda, Hector, Stevie, Vincent ...\nNot you. Your mama, that\'s who.\nMy mama? You better not be saying that, Lucy Guerrero.\nYou better not be talking like that ... else you can\nsay goodbye to being my friend forever.\nI\'m saying your mama\'s ugly like ... ummm ...\n... like bare feet in September!\nThat does it! Both of yous better get out of my yard\nbefore I call my brothers.\nOh, we\'re only playing.\nI can think of thirty Eskimo words for you, Rachel.\nThirty words that say what you are.\nOh yeah, well I can think of some more.\nUh-oh, Nenny. Better get the broom. Too much trash\nin our yard today.\nFrankie, Licha, Maria, Pee Wee ...\nNenny, you better tell your sister she is really crazy\nbecause Lucy and me are never coming back here again.\nForever.\n\nReggie, Elizabeth, Lisa, Louie ...\nYou can do what you want to do, Nenny, but you\nbetter not talk to Lucy or Rachel if you want to be my sister.\nYou know what you are, Esperanza? You are like the\nCream of Wheat cereal. You\'re like the lumps.\nYeah, and you\'re foot fleas, that\'s you.\nChicken lips.\nRosemary, Dalia, Lily ...\nCockroach jelly.\nJean, Geranium and Joe ...\nCold frijoles\nMimi, Michael, Moe ...\nYour mama\'s frijoles.\nYour ugly mama\'s toes.\nThat\'s stupid.\nBebe, Blanca, Benny ...\nWho\'s stupid?\nRachel, Lucy, Esperanza, and Nenny.\n\n\n\nThe Family of Little Feet\n\nThere was a family. All were little. Their arms were\nlittle, and their hands were little, and their height was not\ntall, and their feet very small.\nThe grandpa slept on the living room couch and\nsnored through his teeth. His feet were fat and doughy\nlike thick tamales, and these he powdered and stuffed into white socks and brown leather shoes.\nThe grandma\'s feet were lovely as pink pearls and\ndressed in velvety high heels that made her walk with a\nwobble, but she wore them anyway because they were\npretty.\nThe baby\'s feet had ten tiny toes, pale and see-through like a salamander\'s. and these he popped into his mouth\nwhenever he was hungry.\nThe mother\'s feet, plump and polite. descended like\nI white pigeons from the sea of pillow, across the linoleum\nroses, down down the wooden stairs, over the chalk hopscotch\nsquares, 5,6, 7, blue sky.\nDo you want this? And gave us a paper bag with one\npair of lemon shoes and one red and one pair of dancing shoes that used to be white but were now pale blue.\nHere, and we said thank you and waited until she went\nupstairs. Hurray! Today we are Cinderella because our feet fit\nexactly, and we laugh\n\n\n\n\n\nA Rice Sandwich\n\nThe special kids, the ones who wear keys around their\nnecks, get to eat in the canteen. The canteen! Even the\nname sounds important. And these kids at lunch time go\nthere because their mothers aren\'t home or horne is too\nfar away to get to.\nMy home isn\'t far but it\'s not close either, and somehow\nI got it in my head one day to ask my mother to make\nme a sandwich and write a note to the principal so I could\neat in the canteen too.\nOh no, she says pointing the butter knife at me as if\nI\'m starting trouble, no sir. Next thing you k.now everybody\nwill be wanting a bag lunch-I\'ll be up all night cuttingbRad into little triangles, this one with mayonnaise, this\none with mustard, no pickles on mine, but mustard on one\nside please. You kids just like to invent more work for me.\nBut Nenny says she doesn\'t want to eat at schoolever-because\nshe likes to go horne with her best friend\nGloria who lives across the schoolyard. Gloria\'s mama has\nit big color T.V. and all they do is watch cartoons. Kiki and\nCarlos, on the other hand, are patrol boys. They don\'t want\nto eat at school either. They like to stand out in the cold\nespecially if it\'s raining. They think suffering is good for\nyou ever since they saw that movie 300 Spartans.\nI\'m no Spartan and hold up an anemic wrist to prove\nit. I can\'t even blow up a balloon without getting dizzy.\nAnd besides, I know how to make my own lunch. If I ate\nat school there\'d be less dishes to wash. You would see me\nless and less and like me better. Everyday at noon my chair\nwould be empty. Where is my favorite daughter you would\ncry, and when I came home finally at three p.m. you would\nappreciate me.\nOkay, okay, my mother says after three days of this.\nAnd the following morning I get to go to school with my\nmother\'s letter and a rice sandwich because we don\'t have lunch meat. Mondays or Fridays, it doesn\'t matter, mornings always\ngo by slow and this day especially. But lunchtime\ncame finally and I got to get in line with the stay-at-school\nkids. Everything is fine until the nun who knows all the\ncanteen kids by heart looks at me and says: You, who sent\nyou here? And since I am shy, I don\'t say anything, just\nhold out my hand with the letter. This is no good, she says,\ntill Sister Superior gives the okay. Go upstairs and see her.\nAnd so I went.\nI had to wait for two kids in front of me to get hollered\nat, one because he did something in class, the other because he didn\'t. My turn came and I stood in front of the big\ndesk with holy pictures under the glass while the Sister\nSuperior read my letter. It went like this:\n\nDear Sister Superior,\nPlease let Esperanza eat in the lunchroom\nbecause she lives too far away and she gets tired.\nAs you can see she is very skinny. I hope to God\nshe does not faint.\nThanking you,\nMrs. E. Cordero\n\nYou don\'t live far, she says. You live across the boulevard.\nThat\'s only four blocks. Not even. Three maybe.\nThree long blocks away from here. I bet I can see your\nhouse from my window. Which one? Come here. Which\none is your house?\nAnd then she made me stand up on a box of books\nand point. That one? she said, pointing to a row of ugly\nthree-flats, the ones even the raggedy men are ashamed to\ngo into. Yes, I nodded even though I knew that wasn\'t my\nhouse and started to cry. I always cry when nuns yell at\nme, even if they\'re not yelling.\nThen she was sorry and said I could stay-just for\ntoday, not tomorrow or the day after-you go home. And\nI said yes and could I please have a Kleenex-I had to\nblow my nose.\nIn the canteen, which was nothing special, lots of boys\nand girls watched while I cried and ate my sandwich, the\nbread already greasy and the rice cold.\n\nChanclas\n\nIt\'s me-Mama, Mama said. I open up and she\'s there\nwith bags and bi~ boxes, the new clothes and, yes, she\'s got\nthe socks and a new slip with a little rose on it and a pink and-white\nstriped dress. What about the shoes? I forgot.\nToo late now. I\'m tired. Whew!\nSix-thirty already and my little cousin\'s baptism is\nover. All day waiting, the door locked, don\'t open up for\nnobody, and I don\'t till Mama gets back and buys everything\nexcept the shoes.\nNow Uncle Nacho is coming in his car, and we have\nto hurry to get to Precious Blood Church quick because\nthat\'s where the baptism party is, in the basement rented for today for dancing and tamales and everyone\'s kids running\nall over the place. Mama dances, laughs, dances. All of a sudden, Mama is sick. I fan her hot face with a paper plate. Too many tamales, but uncle Nacho says too many this and tilts his thumb to his lips.\nEverybody laughing except me, because I\'m wearing\nthe new dress, pink and white with stripes, and new underclothes\nand new socks and the old saddle shoes I wear\nto school, brown and white, the kind I get every September\nbecause they last long and they do. My feet scuffed and\nround, and the heels all crooked that look dumb with this\ndress, so I just sit.\nMeanwhile that boy who is my cousin by first communion\nor something asks me to dance and I can\'t. Just\nstuff my feet under the metal folding chair stamped Precious\nBlood and pick on a wad of brown gum that\'s stuck\nbeneath the seat. I shake my head no. My feet growing\nbigger and bigger.\nThen Uncle Nacho is pulling and pulling my arm and\nit doesn\'t matter how new the dress Mama bought is because\nmy feet are ugly until my uncle who is a liar says,\nYou are the prettiest girl here, will you dance, but I believe\nhim, and yes, we are dancing, my Uncle Nacho and me,\nonly I don\'t want to at first. My feet swell big and heavy\nlike plungers, but I drag them across the linoleum Roor\nstraight center where Uncle wants to show off the new\ndance we learned. And Uncle spins me, and my skinny\narms bend the way he taught me, and my mother watches,\nand my little cousins watch, and the boy who is my cousin\nby first communion watches, and everyone says, wow, who\nare those two who dance like in the movies, until I forget\nthat I am wearing only ordinary shoes, brown and white,\nthe kind my mother buys each year for school.\nAnd all I hear is the clapping when the music stops.\nMy uncle and me bow and he walks me back in my thick\nshoes to my mother who is proud to be my mother. All\nnight the boy who is a man watches me dance. He watched\nme dance.\n\nHips\nI like coffee, I like tea.\n\nIlike the boys and the boys like me.\n\nYes, no, maybe so. Yes, no, maybe so ...\n\nOne day you wake up and they are there. Ready and\nwaiting like a new Buick with the keys in the ignition. Ready\nto take you where?\nThey\'re good for holding a baby when you\'re cooking,\nRachel says, turning the jump rope a little quicker. She has\nno imagination.\nYou need them to dance, says Lucy..\n\nIf you don\'t get them you may turn into a man. Nenny believes this and she believes it. She is this way because of her\nage.\nThat\'s right, I add before Lucy or Rachel can make\nfun of her. She is stupid alright, but she is my sister.\nBut most important, hips are scientific, I say repeating\nwhat Alicia already told me. It\'s the bones that let you know\nwhich skeleton was a man\'s when it was a man and which\na woman\'s.\nThey bloom like roses, I continue because it\'s obvious\nI\'m the only one who can speak with any authority; I have\nscience on my side. The bones just one day open. Just like\nthat. One day you might decide to have kids, and then\nwhere are you going to put them? Got to have room. Bones\ngot to give.\nBut don\'t have too many or your behind will spread.\nThat\'s how it is, says Rachel whose mama is as wide as a\nboat. And we just laugh. What I\'m saying is who here is ready? You gotta be\nable to know what to do with hips when you get them, I\nsay making it up as I go. You gotta know how to walk with\nhips, practice you know-like if half of you wanted to go\none way and the other half the other.\nThat\'s to lullaby it, Nenny says, that\'s to rock the baby\nasleep inside you. And then she begins singing seashells,\ncopper bells, eroy, ivy, over.\nI\'m about to tell her that\'s the dumbest thing I\'ve ever\nheard, but the more I think about it ...\nYou gotta get the rhythm, and Lucy begins to dance.\nShe has the idea, though she\'s having trouble keeping her\nend of the double-dutch steady.\nIt\'s gotta be just so, I say. Not too fast and not too\nslow. Not too fast and not too slow.\nWe slow the double circles down to a certain speed so\nRachel who has just jumped in can practice shaking it.\nI want to shake like hoochi-coochie, Lucy says. She is\ncrazy.\nI want to move like heebie-jeebie, I say picking up on\nthe cue.\nI want to be Tahiti. Or merengue. Or electricity.\nOr tembleque!\nYes, tembleque. That\'s a good one.\nAnd then it\'s Rachel who starts it:\nSkip, sJcip,\n\nsnake in your hips.\n\nWiggle around\n\nand break your lip.\n\nLucy waits a minute before her turn. She is thinking.\nThen she begins:\nThe waitress with the big fat hips\n\nwho pays the rent with taxi tips . . .\n\nsays nobody in town will kiss her on the lips\n\nbecause . ..\n\nbecause she looks like Christopher Columbus!\n\nYes, no, maybe so. Yes, no, maybe so.\n\nShe misses on maybe so. I take a little while before\n\nmy turn, take a breath, and dive in:\n\nSome are skinny like chuken lips.\n\nSome are baggy like soggy Band-Aids\n\nafter you get out of the bathtub.\n\nI don\'t care what kind I get.\n\nJust as long as I get hips.\n\nEverybody getting into it now except Nenny who is\n\nstill humming not a girl, not a boy, just a little baby. She\'s like\n\nthat.\n\nWhen the two arcs open wide like jaws Nenny jumps in across from me, the rope tick-ticking, the little gold\nearrings our mama gave her for her First Holy Communion\nbouncing. She is the color of a bar of naphtha laundry\nsoap, she is like the little brown piece left at the end of the\nwash, the hard little bone, my sister. Her mouth opens.\nShe begins:\n\nMy mother and your mother were washing clothes.\nMy mother punched your mother right in the nese.\nWhat color blood came out1\nNot that old song, I say. You gotta use your own song.\nMake it up, you know? But she doesn\'t get it or won\'t. It\'s\nhard to say which. The rope turning, turning, turning.\nEngine, engine number nine,\nrunning down Chicago line.\nIf the train runs off the track\ndo you want your money back\nDo you want your MONEY back\nYes, no, maybe so. Yes, no, maybe so ...\n\nI can tell Lucy and Rachel are disgusted, but they\ndon\'t say anything because she\'s my sister.\nYes, no, maybe so. Yes, no, maybe so . ..\nNenny, I say, but she doesn\'t hear me. She is too many\nlight-years away. She is in a world we don\'t belong to anymore.\nNenny. Going. Going.\nY-E-S spells yes and out you go!\n\n\n\nThe First Job -- Will\n\nIt wasn\'t as if I didn\'t want to work. I did. I had even\ngone to the social security office the month before to get\nmy social security number. I needed money. The Catholic\nhigh school cost a lot, and Papa said nobody went to public\nschool unless you wanted to turn out bad.\nI thought I\'d find an easy job, the kind other kids\nhad, working in the dime store or maybe a hotdog stand.\nAnd though I hadn\'t started looking yet, I thought I might\nthe week after next. But when I came home that afternoon,\nall wet because Tito had pushed me into the open water\nhydrant-only I had sort of let him-Mama called me in\nthe kitchen before I could even go and change, and AuntLa1a _~ sitting there drinking her coffee with a spoon.\nAunt Lala said she had found a job for me at the Peter\nPan Photo Finishers on North Broadway where she\nworked, and how old was I, and to show up tomorrow\nsaying I was one year older, and that was that.\nSo the next morning I put on the navy blue dress that\nmade me look older and borrowed money for lunch and\nbus fare because Aunt Lala said I wouldn\'t get paid till the\nnext Friday, and I went in and saw the boss of the Peter\nPan Photo Finishers on North Broadway where Aunt Lala\nworked and lied about my age like she told me to and sure\nenough, I started that same day.\nIn my job I had to wear white gloves. I was supposed\nto match negatives with their prints, just look at the picture\nand look for the same one on the negative strip, put it in\nthe envelope, and do the next one. That\'s all. I didn\'t know\nwhere these envelopes were coming from or where they\nwere going. I just did what I was told.\nIt was real easy, and I guess I wouldn\'t have minded\nit except that you got tired after a while and I didn\'t know\nif I could sit down or not, and then I started sitting down\nonly when the two ladies next to me did. After a while they\nstarted to laugh and came up to me and said I could sit\nwhen I wanted to, and I said I knew.\nWhen lunchtime came, I was scared to eat alone in\nthe company lunchroom with all those men and ladies looking,\nso I ate real fast standing in one of the washroom stalls\nand had lots of time left over, so I went back to work early.\nBut then break time came, and not knowing where else to\ngo, I went into the coatroom because there was a bench\nthere.\nI guess it was the time for the night shift or middle\nshift to arrive because a few people came in and punched\nthe time clock, and an older Oriental man said hello andwe talked for a while about my just starting, and he said\nwe could be friends and next time to go in the lunchroom\nand sit with him, and I felt better. He had nice eyes and 1\ndidn\'t feel so nervous anymore. Then he asked if 1 knew\nwhat day it was, and when I said 1 didn\'t, he said it was his\nbirthday and would I please give him a birthday kiss. 1\nthought I would because he was so old and just as I was\nabout to put my lips on his cheek, he grabs my face with\nboth hands and kisses me hard on the mouth and doesn\'t\nlet go.\n\n\nPapa Who Wakes Up Tired In The Dark\n\nYour abuelito is dead, Papa says early one morning\nin my room. Esta muerto, and then as if he just heard the\nnews himself, crumples like a coat and cries, my brave Papa\ncries. I have never seen my Papa cry and don\'t know what\nto do.\nI know he will have to go away, that he will take a\nplane to Mexico, all the uncles and aunts will be there, and\nthey will have a black-and-white photo taken in front of\nthe tomb with flowers shaped like spears in a white vase\nbecause this is how they send the dead away in that country.\nBecause I am the oldest, my father has told me first,\nand now it is my turn to tell the others. I will have to explain why we can\'t play. I will have to tell them to be quiet today.\nMy Papa. his thick hands and thick shoes, who wakes\nup tired in the dark, who combs his hair with water, drinks\nhis coffee, and is gone before we wake, today is sitting on\nmy bed.\nAnd I think if my own Papa died what would I do. I\nhold my Papa in my arms. I hold and hold and hold him.\n\n\n\nBorn Bad\n\nMost likely I will go to hell and most likely I deserve\nto be there. My mother says I was born on an evil day and\nprays for me. Lucy and Rachel pray too. For ourselves and\nfor each other ... because of what we did to Aunt Lupe.\nHer name was Guadalupe and she was pretty like my\nmother. Dark. Good to look at. In her Joan Crawford dress\nand swimmer\'s legs. Aunt Lupe of the photographs.\nBut I knew her sick from the disease that would not\ngo, her legs bunched under the yellow sheets, the bones\ngone limp as worms. The yellow pillow, the yellow smell,\nthe bottles and spoons. Her head thrown back like a thirsty\nlady. My aunt, the swimmer.\nHard to imagine her legs once strong, the bones hard\nand parting water, clean sharp strokes, not bent and wrinkled like a baby, not drowning under the sticky yellow light.\nSecond-floor rear apartment. The naked light bulb. The\nhigh ceilings. The light bulb always burning.\nI don\'t know who decides who deserves to go bad. I\nThere was no evil in her birth. No wicked curse. One day - I believe she was swimming, and the next day she was sick.\nIt might have been the day that gray photograph was taken.\nIt might have been the day she was holding cousin Totchy\nand baby Frank. It might have been the moment she\npointed to the camera for the kids to look and they\nwouldn\'t.\nMaybe the sky didn\'t look the day she fell down.\nMaybe God was busy. It could be true she didn\'t dive right\none day and hurt her spine. Or maybe the story that she\nfell very hard from a high step stool, like Totchy said, is\ntrue.\nBut I think diseases have no eyes. They pick with a\ndizzy finger anyone, just anyone. Like my aunt who happened\nto be walking down the street one day in her Joan ,\nCrawford dress, in her funny felt hat with the black feather,\ncousin Totchy in one hand, baby Frank in the other.\nSometimes you get used to the sick and sometimes\nthe sickness, if it is there too long, gets to seem normal.\nTh\'is is how it was with her, and maybe this is why we chose\nher.\nIt was a game, that\'s all. It was the game we played\nevery afternoon ever since that day one of us invented it-\ncan\'t remember who-I think it was me.\nYou had to pick somebody. You had to think of someone\neverybody knew. Someone you could imitate and\neveryone else would have to guess who it was. It started\nout with famous people: Wonder Woman, the Beatles,\nMarilyn Monroe.... But then somebody thought it\'d be better if we changed the game a little. if we pretended we were Mr. Benny, or his wife Blanca, or Ruthie, or anybody we knew.\nI don\'t know why we picked her. Maybe we were bored\nthat day. Maybe we got tired. We liked my aunt. She listened\nto our stories. She always asked us to come back.\nLucy, me, Rachel. I hated to go there alone. The six blocks\nto the dark apartment, second-floor rear building where\nsunlight never came, and what did it matter? My aunt was\nblind by then. She never saw the dirty dishes in the sink.\nShe couldn\'t see the ceilings dusty with flies, the ugly maroon walls, the bottles and sticky spoons. I can\'t forget the smell. Like sticky capsules filled with jelly. My aunt, a little oyster, a little piece of meat on an open shell for us to look at. Hello, hello. As if she had fallen into a well.\nI took my library books to her house. I read her stories.\nI liked the book The Waterbabies. She liked it too. I\nnever knew how sick she was until that day I tried to show\nher one of the pictures in the book, a beautiful color picture\nof the water babies swimming in the sea. I held the book\nup to her face. I can\'t see it, she said, I\'m blind. And then\nI was ashamed.\nShe listened to every book, every poem I read her.\nOne day I read her one of my own. I came very dose. I\nwhispered it into the pillow:\nI want to be\nlike the waves on the sea,\nlike the douds in the wind,\nbut I\'m me.\nOne day I\'ll jump\nout of my skin.\nI\'ll shake the sky\nlike a hundred violins.\nThat\'s nice. That\'s very good, she said in her tired voice.\nYou just remember to keep writing, [speranza. You must\nkeep writing. It will keep you free, and I said yes, but at\nthat time I didn\'t know what she meant.\nThe day we played the game, we didn\'t know she was\ngoing to die. We pretended with our heads thrown back,\nour arms limp and useless, dangling like the dead. We\nlaughed the way she did. We talked the way she talked, the\nway blind people talk without moving their head. We imitated\nthe way you had to lift her head a little so she could\ndrink water, she sucked it up slow out of a green tin cup.\nThe water was warm and tasted like metal. Lucy laughed.\nRachel too. We took turns being her. We screamed in the\nweak voice of a parrot for Totchy to come and wash those\ndishes. It was easy.\nWe didn\'t know. She had been dying such a long time,\nwe forgot. Maybe she was ashamed. Maybe she was embarrassed\nit took so many years. The kids who wanted to\nbe kids instead of washing dishes and ironing their papa\'s\nshirts, and the husband who wanted a wife again.\nAnd then she died, my aunt who listened to my poems.\nAnd then we began to dream the dreams.\n\nElenita, Cards, Palm, Water\n\nElenita, witch woman, wipes the table with a rag because\nErnie who is feeding the baby spilled Kool-Aid. She\nsays: Take that crazy baby out of here and drink your KoolAid\nill the living room. Can\'t you see I\'m busy? Ernie takes\nthe baby into the living room where Bugs Bunny is on T.V.\nGood lucky you didn\'t come yesterday, she says. The\nplanets were all mixed up yesterday.\nHer T.V. is color and hig and all her pretty furniture\nmade out of red fur like the teddy bears they give away in\ncarnivals. She has them covered with plastic. I think this is\non account of the baby.\nYes, it\'s a good thing, I say.\nBut we stay in the kitchen because this is where she\nworks. The top of the refrigerator busy with holy candles,\nsome lit, some not, red and green and blue, a plaster saint\nand a dusty Palm Sunday cross, and a picture of the voodoo\nhand taped to the wall.\nGet the water, she says.\nI go to the sink and pick the only clean glass there, a\nbeer mug that says the beer that made Milwaukee famous,\nand fill it up with hot water from the tap, then put the\nglass of water on the center of the table, the way she taught\nme.\nLook in it; do you see anything?\nBut all I see are bubbles.\nYou see anybody\'s face?\nNope, just bubbles, I say.\nThat\'s okay, and she makes the sign of the cross over\nthe water three times and then begins to cut the cards.\nThey\'re not like ordinary playing cards, these cards.\nThey\'re strange, with blond men on horses and crazy baseball\nbats with thorns. Golden goblets, sad-looking women\ndressed in old-fashioned dresses, and roses that cry..\nThere is a good Bugs Bunny cartoon on T.V. know,\nI saw it before and recognize the music and wish could\ngo sit on the plastic couch with Ernie and the baby, but\nnow my fortune begins. My whole life on that kitchen table:\npast, present, future. Then she takes my hand and looks\ninto my palm. Closes it. Closes her eyes too.\nDo you feel it, feel the cold?\nYes, I lie, but only a little.\nGood, she says, Los esperitus are here. And begins.\nThis card, the one with the dark man on a dark horse,\nthis means jealousy, and this one, sorrow. Here a pillar of\nbees and this a mattress of luxury. You will go to a wedding soon and did you lose an anchor of arms, yes, an anchor\nof arms? It\'s clear that\'s what that means.\nWhat about a house, I say, because that\'s what I came\nfor.\nAh, yes, a home in the heart. I see a home in the\nheart.\nIs that it?\nThat\'s what I see, she says, then gets up because the\nkids are fighting. Elenita gets up to hit and then hug them.\nShe really does love them, only sometimes they are rude.\nShe comes back and can tell I\'m disappointed. She\'s\na witch woman and knows many things. If you got a headache,\nrub a cold egg across your face. Need to forget an\nold romance? Take a chicken\'s foot, tie it with red string,\nspin it over your head three times, then burn it. Bad spirits\nkeeping you awake? Sleep next to a holy candle for seven\ndays, then on the eighth day, spit. And lots of other stuff.\nOnly now she can tell I\'m sad.\nBaby, I\'ll look again if you want me to. And she looks\nagain into the cards, palm, water, and says uh-huh.\nA home in the heart, I was right.\nOnly I don\'t get it.\nA new house, a house made of heart. I\'ll light a candle\nfor you.\nAll this for five dollars I give her.\nThank you and goodbye and be careful of the evil\neye. Come back again on a Thursday when the stars are\nstronger. And may the Virgin bless you. And shuts the\ndoor.\n\nGeraldo No Last Name\n\nShe met him at a dance. Pretty too, and young. Said\nhe worked in a restaurant, but she can\'t remember which\none. Geraldo. That\'s all. Green pants and Saturday shirt.\nGeraldo. That\'s what he told her.\nAnd how was she to know she\'d be the last one to see\nhim alive. An accident, don\'t you know. Hit-and-run. Marin,\nshe goes to all those dances. Uptown. Logan. Embassy.\nPalmer. Aragon. Fontana. The Manor. She likes to dance.\nShe knows how to do cumbias and salsas and rancheras\neven. And he was just someone she danced with. Somebody\nshe met that night. That\'s right.\nThat\'s the story. That\'s what she said again and again.\n<>ott to the hospital people and twice to the police. No\naddress. No name. Nothing in his pockets. Ain\'t it a shame.\nOnly Marin can\'t explain why it mattered, the hours\nand hours, for somebody she didn\'t even know. The hospital\nemergency room. Nobody but an intern working all\nalone. And maybe if the surgeon would\'ve come, maybe if\nhe hadn\'t lost so much blood, if the surgeon had only come,\nthey would know who to notify and where.\nBut what difference does it make? He wasn\'t anything\nto her. He wasn\'t her boyfriend or anything like that. Just\nanother brazer who didn\'t speak English. Just another wetback.\nYou know the kind. The ones who always look\nashamed. And what was she doing out at three a.m. anyway?\nMarin who was sent home with her coat and some\naspirin. How does she explain?\nShe met him at a dance. Geraldo in his shiny shirt and\ngreen pants. Geraldo going to a dance.\nWhat does it matter?\nThey never saw the kitchenettes. They never knew\nabout the two-room flats and sleeping rooms he rented,\nthe weekly money orders sent home, the currency exchange.\nHow could they?\nHis name was Geraldo. And his home is in another\ncountry. The ones he left behind are far away, will wonder,\nshrug. remember. Geraldo...he went north... we never\nheard from him again.\n\n\nEdna’s Ruthie\n\n\nRuthie, tall skinny lady with red lipstick and blue babushka,\none blue sock and one green because she forgot,\nis the only grown-up we know who likes to play. She takes\nher dog Bobo for a walk and laughs all by herself, that\nRuthie. She doesn\'t need anybody to laugh with, she just laughs.\nShe is Edna\'s daughter, the lady who owns the big\nbuilding next door, three apartments front and back. Every\nweek Edna is screaming at somebody, and every week\nsomebody has to move away. Once she threw out a pregnant\nlady just because she owned a duck ... and it was a nice duck too. But Ruthie lives here and Edna can\'t throw\nher out because Ruthie is her dauRhter.\nRuthie came one day, it seemed, out of nowhere.\nAnReI Vargas was trying to teach us how to whistle. Then\nI we heard someone whistling-beautiful like the Emperor\'s\nnightingale-and when we turned around there was\nRuthie.\nSometimes we go shopping and take her with us, but\nshe never comes inside the stores and if she does she keeps\nlooking around her like a wild animal in a house for the\nfirst time.\nShe likes candy. When we go to Mr. Benny\'s grocery\nshe gives us money to buy her some. She says make sure\nit\'s the soft kind because her teeth hurt. Then she promises\nto see the dentist next week, but when next week comes,\nshe doesn\'t go.\nRuthie sees lovely things everywhere. I might be telling\nher ajoke and she\'ll stop and say: The moon is beautiful\nlike a balloon. Or somebody might be singing and she\'ll point to a few clouds: Look, Marlon Brando. Or a sphinx\nwinking. Or my left shoe.\nOnce some friends of Edna\'s came to visit and asked\nRuthie if she wanted to go with them to play bingo. The\ncar motor was running, and Ruthie stood on the steps\nwondering whether to go. Should I go, Ma? she asked the\ngray shadow behind the second-Roor screen. I don\'t care,\nsays the screen, go if you want. Ruthie looked at the ground. What do you think, Ma? Do what you want, how\nshould I know? Ruthie looked at the ground some more.\nThe car with the motor running waited fifteen minutes\nand then they left. When we brought out the deck of cards\nthat night, we let Ruthie deal.\nThere were many things Ruthie could have been if\nshe wanted to. Not only is she a good whistler, but she can\nsing and dance too. She had lots of job offers when she\nwas young, but she never took them. She got married in\xadstead and moved away to a pretty house outside the city.\nOnly thing I can\'t understand is why Ruthie is living on\nMango Street if she doesn\'t have to, why is she sleeping on!\na couch in her mother\'s living room when she has a real\nhouse all her own, but she says she\'s just visiting and next weekend her husband\'s going to take her home. But the weekends come and go and Ruthie stays. No matter. We are glad because she is our friend.\nI like showing Ruthie the books I take out of the library. Books are wonderful, Ruthie says, and then she\nruns her hand over them as if she could read them in\nbraille, They\'re wonderful, wonderful, but I can\'t read anymore.\nI get headaches. I need to go to the eye doctor next\nweek. I used to write children\'s books once, did I tell you?\nOne day I memorized all of "The Walrus and the\nCarpenter" because I wanted Ruthie to hear me. "The sun\nwas shining on the sea, shining with all his might ..."\nRuthie looked at the sky and her eyes got watery at times.\nFinally I came to the last lines: "But answer came there\nnone-and this was scarcely odd, because they\'d eaten\neveryone ..." She took a long time looking at me before\nshe opened her mouth, and then she said, You have the\nmost beautiful teeth I have ever seen, and went inside.\n\nThe Earl of Tennessee\n\nEarl lives next door in Edna\'s basement, behind the\nflower boxes Edna paints green each year, behind the dusty\ngeraniums. We used to sit on the flower boxes until the day\nTito saw a cockroach with a spot of green paint on its head.\nNow we sit on the steps that swing around the basement\napartment where Earl lives.\nEarl works nights. His blinds are always closed during\nthe day. Sometimes he comes out and tells us to keep quiet.\nThe little wooden door that has wedged shut the dark for\nso long opens with a sigh and lets out a breath of mold\nand dampness, like books that have been left out in the\nrain. This is the only time we see Earl except for when he\ncomes and goes to work. He has two little black dogs that\ngo everywhere with him. They don\'t walk. like ordinary\ndogs, but leap and somersault like an apostrophe and\ncomma. f At night Nenny and I can hear when Earl comes home ,\nfrom work. First the click and whine of the car door open\xad f\ning, then the scrape of concrete, the excited tinkling of dog\ntags, followed by the heavy jingling of keys, and finally the\nmoan of the wooden door as it opens and lets loose its sigh\nof dampness.\nEarl is a jukebox repairman. He learned his trade in\nthe South, he says. He speaks with a Southern accent,\nsmokes fat cigars and wears a felt hat-winter or summer,\nhot or cold, don\'t matter-a felt hat. In his apartment are\nboxes and boxes of 45 records, moldy and damp like the\nsmell that comes out of his apartment whenever he opens\nthe door. He gives the records away to us-all except the\ncountry and western.\nThe word is that Earl is married and has a wife somewhere.\nEdna says she saw her once when Earl brought her\nto the apartment. Mama says she is a skinny thing, blond\nand pale like salamanders that have never seen the sun.\nBut I saw her once too and she\'s not that way at all. And\nthe boys across the street say she is a tall red-headed lady\nwho wears tight pink pants and green glasses. We never\nagree on what she looks like, but we do know this. Whenever\nshe arrives, he holds her tight by the crook of the\narm. They walk fast into the apartment, lock the door\nbehind them and never stay long.\n\nSire\n\nI don\'t remember when I first noticed him looking at\nme-Sire. But I knew he was looking. Every time. All the\ntime I walked past his house. Him and his friends sitting\non their bikes in front of the house, pitching pennies. They\ndidn\'t scare me. They did, but I wouldn\'t let them know.\nI don\'t croSS the street like other girls. Straight ahead,\nstraight eyes. I walked past. I knew he was looking. I had\nto prove to me I wasn\'t scared of nobody\'s eyes, not even\nhis. I had to look back hard, just once, like he was glass.\nAnd I did. I did once. But I looked too long when he rode\nhis bike past me. I looked because I wanted to be brave,\nstraight into the dusty cat fur of his eyes and the bike\nstopped and he bumped into a parked car, bumped, and\nI walked fast. It made your blood freeze to have somebody\nlook at you like that. Somebody looked at me. Somebody\nlooked. But his kind, his ways. He is a punk, Papa says,\nand Mama says not to talk to him.\nAnd then his girlfriend came. Lois I heard him call\nher. She is tiny and pretty and smells like baby\'s skin. I see\nher sometimes running to the store for him. And once\nwhen she was standing next to me at Mr. Benny\'s grocery\nshe was barefoot, and I saw her barefoot baby toenails all\npainted pale pale pink, like little pink seashells, and she\nsmells pink like babies do. She\'s got big girl hands, and her\nbones are long like ladies\' bones, and she wears makeup\ntoo. But she doesn\'t know how to tie her shoes. I do.\nSometimes I hear them laughing late, beer cans and\ncats and the trees talking to themselves: wait, wait, wait.\nSire lets Lois ride his bike around the block, or they take\nwalks together. I watch them. She holds his hand, and he\nstops sometimes to tie her shoes. But Mama says those kinds\nof girls, those girls are the ones that go into alleys. Lois\nwho can\'t tie her shoes. Where does he take her?\nEverything is holding its breath inside me. Everything\nis waiting to explode like Christmas. I want to be all new\nand shiny. I want to sit out bad at night, a boy around my\nneck and the wind under my skirt. Not this way, every\nevening talking to the trees, leaning out my window, imagining\nwhat I can\'t see.\nA boy held me once so hard, I swear, I felt the grip\nand weight of his arms, but it was a dream.\nSire. How did you hold her? Was it? Like this? And\nwhen you kissed her? Like this?\n\n\n\nFour Skinny Trees\n\n\nThey are the only ones who understand me. I am the\nonly one who understands them. Four skinny trees with\nskinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. Four who do\nnot belong here but are here. Four raggedy excuses planted\nby the city. From our room we can hear them, but Nenny\njust sleeps and doesn\'t appreciate these things.\nTheir strength is secret. They send ferocious roots\nbeneath the ground. They grow up and they grow down\nand grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the\nsky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is\nhow they keep.\nLet one forget his reason for being, they\'d all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their arms around the other.\nKeep, keep, keep, trees say when I sleep. They teach.\nWhen I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping,\nwhen I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I\nlook at trees. When there is nothing left to look at on this\nstreet. Four who grew despite concrete. Four who reach I\nand do not forget to reach. Four whose only reason is to\n, be and be.\n\n\nNo Speak English\n\n\nMamacita is the big mama of the man across the street,\nthird-floor front. Rachel says her name ought to be Mamasota,\nbut I think that\'s mean.\nThe man saved his money to bring her here. He saved\nand saved because she was alone with the baby boy in that\ncountry. He worked two jobs. He came home late and he\nleft early. Every day.\nThen one day Mamacita and the baby boy arrived\nin a yellow taxi. The taxi door opened like a waiter\'s\narm. Out stepped a tiny pink shoe, a foot soft as a rabbit\'s\near, then the thick ankle, a Rutter of hips, fuchsia\nroses and green perfume. The man had to pull her,\nthe taxicab driver had to push. Push, pull. Push, pull.\nPoof!\nAll at once she bloomed. Huge, enormous, beautiful\nto look at, from the salmon-pink feather on the tip of her\nhat down to the little rosebuds of her toes. I couldn\'t take\nmy eyes off her tiny shoes.\nUp, up, up the stairs she went with the baby boy in a\nblue blanket, the man carrying her suitcases, her lavender\nhatboxes, a dozen boxes of satin high heels. Then we didn\'t\nsee her.\nSomebody said because she\'s too fat, somebody because\nof the three flights of st3irs, but I believe she doesn\'t\ncome out because she is afraid to speak English, and maybe\nthis is so since she only knows eight words. She knows to\nsay: He not here for when the landlord comes, No speak\nEnglish if anybody else comes, and Holy smokes. I don\'t know\nwhere she learned this, but I heard her say it one time and\nit surprised me.\nMy father says when he came to this country he ate\nhamandeggs for three months. Breakfast, lunch and dinner.\nHamandeggs. That was the only word he knew. He\ndoesn\'t eat hamandeggs anymore.\nWhatever her reasons, whether she is fat, or can\'t\nclimb the stairs, or is afraid of English, she won\'t come\ndown. She sits all day by the window and plays the Spanish\nradio show and sings all the homesick songs about her\n. country in a voice that sounds like a seagull.\nHome. Home. Home is a house in a photograph, a\npink house, pink as hollyhocks with lots of startled light.\nThe man paints the walls of the apartment pink, but it\'s\nnot the same, you know. She still sighs for her pint house,\nand then I think she cries. I would.\nSometimes the man gets disgusted. He starts screaming\nand you can hear it all the way down the street.\nAy. she says, she is sad.\nOh, he says. Not again.\n,Ctuindo, ctuindo, ctuindor she asks. I\nI\nf~ jAy, caray! We are home. This is home. Here I am and\nhere I stay. Speak English. Speak English. Christ!\njAy! Mamacita, who does not belong, every once in a\nwhile lets out a cry, hysterical. high, as if he had torn the\nonly skinny thread that kept her alive, the only road out\nto that country.\nAnd then to break her heart forever, the baby boy,\nwho has begun to talk. starts to sing the Pepsi commercial\nhe heard on T.V.\nNo speak English. she says to the child who is singing\nin the language that sounds like tin. No speak English, no\nspeak English, and bubbles into tears. No, no, no, as if she\ncan\'t believe her ears.\n\nRafaela Who Drinks Coconut & Papaya Juice on Tuesday\n\nOn Tuesdays Rafaela\'s husband comes home late because\nthat\'s the night he plays dominoes. And then Rafaela,\nwho is still young but getting old from leaning out the\nwindow SO much, gets locked indoors because her husband\nis afraid Rafaela will run away since she is too beautiful to\nlook at.\nRafaela leans out the window and leans on her elbow\nand dreams her hair is like Rapunzel\'s. On the corner there\nis music from the bar, and Rafaela wishes she could go\nthere and dance before she gets old.\nA long time passes and we forget she is up there\nwatching until she says: Kids, if I give you a dollar will you go to the store and buy me something? She throws a crumpled\ndonar down and always asks for coconut or sometimes\npapaya juice, and we send it up to her in a paper shopping\nbag she lets down with clothesline.\nRafaela who drinks and drinks coconut and papaya juice on Tuesdays and wishes there were sweeter drinks,\nnot bitter like an empty room, but sweet sweet like the island, like the dance hall down the street where women\nmuch older than her throw green eyes easily like dice and\nopen homes with keys. And always there is someone offering sweeter drinks. someone promising to keep them\non a silver string.\n\nSally\n\n\nSally is the girl with eyes like Egypt and nylons the\ncolor of smoke. The boys at school think she\'s beautiful\nbecause her hair is shiny black like raven feathers and when she laughs, she flicks her hair back like a satin shawl over\nher shoulders and laughs.\nHer father says to be this beautiful is trouble. They\nare very strict in his religion. They are not supposed to\ndance. He remembers his sisters and is sad. Then she can\'t\ngo oul. Sally I mean.\nSally, who taught you to paint your eyes like Cleopatra?\nAnd if I roll the little brush with my tongue and chew it to a point and dip it in the muddy cake, the one\nin the little red box, will you teach me?\nI like your black coat and those shoes you wear, where\ndid you get them? My mother says to wear black so young\nis dangerous, but I want to buy shoes just like yours, like\nyour black ones made out of suede, just like those. And\none day, when my mother\'s in a good mood, maybe after\nmy next birthday, I\'m going to ask to buy the nylons too.\nCheryl, who is not your friend anymore, not since last\nTuesday before Easter, not since the day you made her ear\nbleed, not since she called you that name and bit a hole in\nyour arm and you looked as if you were going to cry and\neveryone was waiting and you didn\'t, you didn\'t, Sally, not\nsince then, you don\'t have a best friend to lean against the\nschoolyard fence with, to laugh behind your hands at what\nthe boys say. There is no one to lend you her hairbrush.\nThe stories the boys tell in the coatroom, they\'re not\ntrue. You lean against the schoolyard fence alone with your\neyes closed as if no one was watching, as if no one could\nsee you standing there, Sally. What do you think about\nwhen you dose your eyes like that? And why do you always\nhave to go straight home after school? You become a different\nSally. You pull your skirt straight, you rub the blue\npaint off your eyelids. You don\'t laugh, Sally. You look at\nyour feet and walk fast to the house you can\'t come out\nfrom. Sally, do you sometimes wish you didn\'t have to go\nhome? Do you wish your feet would one day keep walking\nand take you far away from Mango Street, far away and\nmaybe your feet would stop in front of a house, a nice one\nwith flowers and big windows and steps for you to climb\nup two by two upstairs to where a room is waiting for you.\nAnd if you opened the little window latch and gave it a\nshove, the windows would swing open, all the sky would come in. There\'d be no nosy neighbors watching, no motorcycles\nand cars, no sheets and towels and laundry. Only\ntrees and more trees and plenty of blue sky. And you could\nlaugh, Sally. You could go to sleep and wake up and never\nhave to think who likes and doesn\'t like you. You could\nclose your eyes and you wouldn\'t have to worry what people\nsaid because\' you never belonged here anyway and nobody\ncould make you sad and nobody would think you\'re strange\nbecause you like to dream and dream. And no one could\nyell at you if they saw you out in the dark leaning against\na car, leaning against somebody without someone thinking\nyou are bad, without somebody saying it is wrong, without\nthe whole world waiting for you to make a mistake when\nall you wanted, all you wanted, Sally, was to love and to\nlove and to love and ta love, and no one could call that\ncrazy.\n\nMinerva Writes Poems\n\n\nMinerva is only a little bit older than me but already\nshe has two kids and a husband who left. Her mother raised\nher kids alone and it looks like her daughters will go that\nway too. Minerva cries because her luck is unlucky. Every\nnight and every day. And prays. But when the kids are\nasleep after she\'s fed them their pancake dinner, she writes\npoems on little pieces of paper that she folds over and over\nand holds in her hands a long time, little pieces of paper\nthat smell like a dime.\nShe lets me read her poems. I let her read mine. She\nis always sad like a house on fire-always something wrong.\nShe has many troubles, but the big one is her husband who r\nleft and keeps leaving.\nOne day she is through and lets him know enough is\nenough. Out the door he goes. Clothes, records, shoes. Out\nthe window and the door locked. But that night he comes\nback and sends a big rock through the window. Then he\nis sorry and she opens the door again. Same story.\nNext week she comes over black and blue and asks .\xad\nwhat can she do? Minerva. I don\'t know which way she\'ll II.\ngo. There is nothing I can do.\n\n\n\nBums in the Attic\n\nI want a house on a hill like the ones with the gardens\nwhere Papa works. We go on Sundays, Papa\'s day off. I\nused to go. I don\'t anymore. You don\'t like to go out with\nus, Papa says. Getting too old? Getting too stuck-up, says\nNenny. I don\'t tell them I am ashamed-all of us staring\nout the window like the hungry. I am tired of looking at\nwhat we can\'t have. When we win the lottery ... Mama\nbegins, and then I stop listening.\nPeople who live on hills sleep so close to the stars they\nforget those of us who live too much on earth. They don\'t\nlook down at all except to be content to live on hills. They have nothing to do with last week\'s garbage or fear of rats.\nNight comes. Nothing wakes them but the "\'-md.\nOne day I\'ll own my own house, but I won\'t forget\nwho I am or where I came from. Passing bums will ask\nCan I come in? I\'ll offer them the attic, ask them to stay.\nbecause I know how it is to be without a house.\nSome days after dinner, guests and I will sit in froot\nof a fire. Floorboards will squeak upstairs. The attic grumble.\nRats? they\'ll ask.\nBums, I\'ll say, and I\'ll be happy.\n\n\n\nBeautiful & Cruel\n\nI am an ugly daughter. I am the one nobody comes\nfor.\nNenny says she won\'t wait her whole life for a husband\nto come and get her, that Minerva\'s sister left her mother\'s\nhouse by having a baby, but she doesn\'t want to go that\nway either. She wants things all her own, to pick and choose.\nNenny has pretty eyes and it\'s easy to talk that way if you\nare pretty.\nMy mother says when I get older my dusty hair will\nsettle and my blouse will learn to stay clean, but I have\ndecided not to grow up tame like the others who lay their\nnecks on the threshold waiting for the ball and chain.In the movies there is always one with red red lips . who is beautiful and cruel. She is the one who drives the\nmen crazy and laughs them all away. Her power is her own.\nShe will not give it away.\nI have begun my own quiet war. Simple. Sure. I am\none who leaves the table like a man, without putting back\nthe chair or picking up the plate.\n\n\nA Smart Cookie\n\nI could\'ve been somebody, you know? my mother says\nand sighs. She has lived in this city her whole life. She can\nspeak two languages. She can sing an opera. She knows\nhow to fix a T.V. But she doesn\'t know which subway train\nto take to get downtown. I hold her hand very tight while\nwe wait for the right train to arrive.\nShe used to draw when she had time. Now she draws\nwith a needle and thread, little knotted rosebuds, tulips\nmade of silk thread. Someday she would like to go to the\nballet. Someday she would like to see a play. Shf\' borrows\nopera records from the public library and sings with velvety\nlungs powerful as morning glories. Today while cooking oatmeal she is Madame Butterfly\nuntil she sighs and points the wooden spoon at me. I\ncould\'ve been somebody, you know? Esperanza, you go to\nschool. Study hard. That Madame Butterfly was a fool. She\nstirs the oatmeal. Look at my comadres. She means Izaura\nwhose husband left and Yolanda whose husband is dead.\nGot to take care all your own, she says shaking her head.\nThen out of nowhere:\nShame is a bad thing, you know. It keeps you down.\nYou want to know why I quit school? Because I didn\'t have\nnice clothes. No clothes, but I had brains.\nYup. she says disgusted, stirring again. I was a smart\ncookie then.\n\n\nWhat Sally Said\n\nHe never hits me hard. She said her mama rubs lard on all the places where it hurts. Then at school she\'d say she fell. That\'s where all the blue places come from. That\'s why her skin is always scarred.\nBut who believes her. A girl that big, a girl who comes\nin with her pretty face all beaten and black can\'t be falling\noff the stairs. He never hits me hard. But Sally doesn\'t tell about that time he hit her with\nhis hands just like a dog, she said, like if I was an animal. J\nHe thinks I\'m going to run away like his sisters who made\nthe family ashamed. Just because I\'m a daughter, and then\nshe doesn\'t say Sally was going to get permission to stay with us a little and one Thursday she came finally with a sack full of clothes and a paper bag of sweetbread her mama sent. And would\'ve stayed too except when the dark came her father, whose eyes were little from crying, knocked on the door and said please come back, this is the last time. And she said Daddy and went home.\nThen we didn\'t need to worry. Until one day Sally\'s\nfather catches her talking to a boy and the next day she\ndoesn\'t come to school. And the next. Until the way Sally\ntells it, he just went crazy, he just forgot he was her father\nbetween the buckle and the belt. You\'re not my daughter, you\'re not my daughter.\nAnd then he broke into his hands.\n\nThe Monkey Garden\n\nThe monkey doesn\'t live there anymore. The monkey\nmoved-to Kentucky-and took his people with him. And\nI was glad because I couldn\'t listen anymore to his wild\nscreaming at night, the twangy yakkety-yak of the people\nwho owned him. The green metal cage, the porcelain table\ntop, the family that spoke like guitars. Monkey, family,\ntable. All gone.\nAnd it was then we took over the garden we had been\nafraid to go into when the monkey screamed and showed\nits yellow teeth.\nThere were sunflowers big as flowers on Mars and\nthick cockscombs bleeding the deep red fringe of theater\ncurtains. There were dizzy bees and bow-tied fruit flies\nturning somersaults and humming in the air. Sweet sweet\npeach trees. Thorn roses and thistle and pears. Weeds like\nso many squinty-eyed stars and brush that made your ankles\nitch and itch until you washed with soap and water.\nThere were big green apples hard as knees. And everywhere\nthe sleepy smell of rotting wood, damp earth and\ndusty hollyhocks thick and perfumy like the blue-blond\nhair of the dead. Yellow spiders ran when we turned rocks over and\npale worms blind and afraid of light rolled over in their\nsleep. Poke a stick in the sandy soil and a few blue-skinned\nbeetles would appear, an avenue of ants, so many crusty\nlady bugs. This was a garden, a wonderful thing to look at\nin the\t spring. But bit by bit, after the monkey left, the\ngarden began to take over itself. Flowers stopped obeying\nthe little bricks that kept them from growing beyond their\npaths. Weeds mixed in. Dead cars appeared overnight like\nmushrooms. First one and then another and then a pale\nblue pickup with the front windshield missing. Before you knew it, the monkey garden became filled with sleepy cars.\n, Things had a way of disappearing in the garden, as\nif the garden itself ate them, or, as if with its old-man\nmemory, it put them away and forgot them. Nenny found\na dollar and a dead mouse between two rocks in the stone\nwall where the morning glories climbed, and once when\nwe were playing hide-and-seek, Eddie Vargas laid his head\nbeneath a hibiscus tree and fell asleep there like a Rip Van\nWinkle until somebody remembered he was in the game\nand went back to look for him.\nThis, I suppose, was the reason why we went there.\nFar away from where our mothers could find us. We and\na few old dogs who lived inside the empty cars. We made\na clubhouse once on the back of that old blue pickup. And besides. we liked to jump from the roof of one car to another\nand pretend they were giant mushrooms.\nSomebody started the lie that the monkey garden had\nbeen there before anything. We liked to think the garden\ncould hide things for a thousand years. There beneath the\nroots of soggy flowers were the bones of murdered pirates\nand dinosaurs, the eye of a unicorn turned to coal.\nThis is where I wanted to die and where I tried one\nday but not even the monkey garden would have me. It\nwas the last day I would go there. Who was it that said I was getting too old to play the\ngames? Who was it I didn\'t listen to? I only remember that\nwhen the others ran, I wanted to run too, up and down\nand through the monkey garden, fast as the boys, not like\nSally who screamed if she got her stockings muddy.\nI said, Sally, come on, but she wouldn\'t. She stayed\nby the curb talking to Tito and his friends. Play with the\nkids if you want, she said, I\'m staying here. She could be\nstuck-up like that if she wanted to, so I just left.\nIt was her own fault too. When I got back Sally was\npretending to be mad ... something about the boys having\nstolen her keys. Please give them back to me, she said\npunching the nearest one with a soft fist. They were laughing.\nShe was too. It was a joke I didn\'t get.\nI wanted to go back with the other kids who were still\njumping on cars, still chasing each other through the garden,\nbut Sally had her own game.\nOne of the boys invented the rules. One of Tito\'s\nfriends said you can\'t get the keys back unless you kiss us\nand Sally pretended to be mad at first but she said yes. It\nwas that simple.\nI don\'t know why, but something inside me wanted\nto throw a stick. Something wanted to say no when I\nwatched Sally going into the garden with Tito\'s buddies all grinning. It was just a kiss, that\'s all. A li.ss for each one, So what, she said,\nOnly how come I felt angry inside. Like something\nwasn\'t right. Sally went behind that old blue pickup to Usa\nthe boys and get her keys back, and I ran up three flights\nof stairs to where Tito lived. His mother was ironing shirts.\nShe was sprinkling water on them from an empty pop bottle\nand smoking a cigarette.\nYour son and his friends stole Sally\'s keys and now\nthey won\'t give them back unless she kisses them and right\nnow they\'re making her kiss them, I said all out of breath\nfrom the three flights of stairs.\nThose kids, she said, not looking up from her ironing.\nThat\'s all?\nWhat do you want me to do, she said, call the cops?\nAnd kept on ironing.\nI looked at her a long time, but couldn\'t think of\nanything to say, and ran back down the three flights to the\ngarden where Sally needed to be saved. I took three big\nsticks and a brick and figured this was enough.\nBut when I got there Sally said go home. Those boys\nsaid leave us alone. I felt stupid with my brick. They all\nlooked at me as if I was the one that was crazy and made\nme feel ashamed.\nAnd then I don\'t know why but I had to run away. I\nhad to hide myself at the other end of the garden, in the\njungle part, under a tree that wouldn\'t mind if I lay down\nand cried a long time. I closed my eyes like tight stars so\nthat I wouldn\'t, but I did. My face felt hot. Everything\ninside hiccupped.\nI read somewhere in India there are priests who can\nwill their heart to stop beating. I wanted to will my blood\nto stop, my heart to quit its pumping. I wanted to be dead.\nto turn into the rain, my eyes melt into the ground like two black snails. I wished and wished. I closed my eyes and\nwilled it, but when I got up my dress was green and I had\na headache.\nI looked at my feet in their white socks and ugly round\nshoes. They seemed far away. They didn\'t seem to be my\nfeet anymore. And the garden that had been such a good\nplace to play didn\'t seem mine either.\n\n\n\nRed Clowns\n\nSally, you lied. It wasn\'t what you said at all. What he\ndid. Where he touched me. I didn\'t want it, Sally. The way\nthey said it, the way it\'s supposed to be, all the storybooks\nand movies, why did you lie to me?\nI was waiting by the red clowns. I was standing by the\ntilt-a-whirl where you said. And anyway I don\'t like carnivals.\nI went to be with you because you laugh on the tilta-whirl,\nyou throw your head back and laugh. I hold your\nchange, wave, count how many times you go by. Those\nboys that look at you because you\'re pretty. I like to be\nwith you, Sally. You\'re my friend. But that big boy, where\ndid he take you? I waited such a long time. I waited by the red clowns, just like you said, but you never came, you\nnever came for me.\nSally Sally a hundred times. Why didn\'t you hear me\nwhen I called? Why didn\'t you tell them to leave me alone?\nThe one who grabbed me by the arm, he wouldn\'t let me\ngo. He said I love you, Spanish girl, 1 love you, and pressed\nhis sour mouth to mine.\nSally, make him stop. I cou1,don\'t make them go away.\nI couldn\'t do anything but cry. I don\'t remember. It was\ndark. I don\'t remember. I don\'t remember. Please don\'t\nmake me tell it all.\nWhy did you leave me all alone? I waited my whole\nlife. You\'re a liar. They all lied. All the books and magazines,\neverything that told it wrong. Only his dirty fingernails\nagainst my skin, only his sour smell again. The moon\nthat watched. The tilt-a-whirl. The red clowns laughing\ntheir thick-tongue laugh.\nThen the colors began to whirl. Sky tipped. Their high\nblack gym shoes ran. Sally, you lied, you lied. He wouldn\'t\nlet me go. He said I love you, I love you, Spanish girl\n\nLinoleum Roses\n\nSally got married like we knew she would, young and\nnot ready but married just the same. She met a marshmallow\nsalesman at a school bazaar, and she married him\nin another state where it\'s legal to get married before eighth\ngrade. She has her husband and her house now, her pillowcases\nand her plates. She says she is in love, but I think\nshe did it to escape.\nSally says she likes being married because now she\ngets to buy her own things when her husband gives her\nmoney. She is happy, except sometimes her husband gets\nangry and once he broke the door where his foot went\nthrough, though most days he is okay. Except he won\'t let\nher talk on the telephone. And he doesn\'t let her look out\nthe window. And he doesn\'t like her friends, so nobody\ngets to visit her unless he is working-.\nShe sits at home because she is afraid to go outside without his permission. She looks at all the things they own:\nthe towels and the toaster, the alarm clock and the drapes.\nShe likes looking at the walls, at how neatly their corners meet, the linoleum roses on the floor, the ceiling smooth\nas wedding cake.\n\nThe Three Sisters\n\nThey came with the wind that blows in August, thin\nas a spider web and barely noticed. Three who did not\nseem to be related to anything but the moon. One with\nlaughter like tin and one with eyes of a cat and one with\nhands like porcelain. The aunts, the three sisters, las comadres,\nthey said.\nThe baby died. Lucy and Rachel\'s sister. One night a\ndog cried, and the next day a yellow bird flew in through\nan open window. Before the week was over, the baby\'s fever\nwas worse. Then Jesus came and took the baby with him\nfar away. That\'s what their mother said.\nThen the visitors came ... in and out of the little\nhouse. It was hard to keep the floors clean. Anybody who\nhad ever wondered what color the walls were came and\ncame to look at that little thumb of a human in a box like\ncandy.\nI had never seen the dead before, not for real, not in\nsomebody\'s living room for people to kiss and bless themselves\nand light a candle for. Not in a house. It seemed\nstrange.\nThey must\'ve known, the sisters. They had the power\nand could sense what was what. They said, Come here, and\ngave me a stick of gum. They smelled like Kleenex or the\ninside of a satin handbag, and then I didn\'t feel afraid.\nWhat\'s your name, the cat-eyed one asked.\nEsperanza, I said.\nEsperanza, the old blue-veined one repeated in a high thin voice. Esperanza ... a good good name.\nMy knees hurt, the one with the funny laugh complained.\nTomorrow it will rain.\nYes, tomorrow, they said.\nHow do you know? I asked.\nWe know.\nLook at her hands, cat-eyed said.\nAnd they turned them over and over as if they were\nlooking for something.\nShe\'s special.\nYes, she\'ll go very far.\nYes, yes, hmmm.\nMake a wish.\nA wish?\nYes, make a wish. What do you want?\nAnything? I said.\nWell, why not?\nI closed my eyes.\nDid you wish already?\nYes, I said.\nWell, that\'s all there is to it. It\'ll come true.\nHow do you know? I asked.\nWe know, we know.\nEsperanza. The one with marble hands called me aside. Esperanza. She held my face with her blue-veined\nhands and looked and looked at me. A long silence. When\nyou leave you must remember always to come back, she\nsaid.\nWhat?\nWhen you leave you must remember to come back\nfor the others. A circle, understand? You will always be\nEsperanza. You will always be Mango Street. You can\'t\nerase what you know. You can\'t forget who you are.\nThen I didn\'t know what to say. It was as if she could\nread my mind, as if she knew what I had\'wished for, and\nI felt ashamed for having made such a selfish wish.\nYou must remember to come back. For the ones who\ncannot leave as easily as you. You will remember? She asked\nas if she was telling me. Yes, yes, I said a little confused.\nGood, she said, rubbing my hands. Good. That\'s all.\nYou can go.\nI got up to join Lucy and Rachel who were already\noutside waiting by the door, wondering what I was doing\ntalking to three old ladies who smelled like cinnamon. I\ndidn\'t understand everything they had told me. I turned\naround. They smiled and waved in their smoky way.\nThen I didn\'t see them. Not once, or twice, or ever\nagain.\n\nAlicia & I Talking on Edna’s Steps\n\nI like Alicia because once she gave me a little leather\npurse with the word GUADALAJARA stitched on it, which\nis home for Alicia, and one day she will go back there. But\ntoday she is listening to my sadness because I don\'t have a\nhouse.\nYou live right here, 4006 Mango, Alicia says and\npoints to the house I am ashamed of.\nNo, this isn\'t my house 1 say and shake my head as if\nshaking could undo the year I\'ve lived here. I don\'t belong. I don\'t ever want to come from here. You have a home,\nAlicia, and one day you\'ll go there, to a town you remem\xadber, but me I never had a house, not even a photograph ... only one I dream of.\nNo, Alicia says. Like it or not you are Mango Street\nand one day you\'ll come back too.\nNot me. Not until somebody makes it beucr.\nWho\'s going to do it? The mayor?\nAnd the thought of the mayor coming to Mango Street makes me laugh out loud.\nWho\'s going to do it? Not the mayor.\n\nA House of My Own\n\nNot a Rat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man\'s\nhouse. Not a daddy·s. A house all my own. With my porch\nand my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody\nto shake a stick at. Nobody\'s garbage to pick up after.\nOnly a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go,\nclean as paper before the poem.\n\nMango Says Goodbye Sometimes\n\nI like to tell stories. I tell them inside my head. I tell them after the mailman says, Here\'s your mail Here\'s your\nmail he said.\nI make a story for my life, for each step my brown\nshoe takes. I say, "And so she trudged up the wooden stairs,\nher sad brown shoes taking her to the house she never\nliked."\nI like to tell stories. I am going to tell you a story about\na girl who didn\'t want to belong.\nWe didn\'t always live on Mango Street. Before that\nwe lived on Loomis on the third floor, and before that we\nlived on Keeler. Before Keeler it was Paulina, but what I remember most is Mango Street, sad red house, the house\nI belong but do not belong to.\nI put it down on paper and then the ghost does not\nache so much. I write it down and Mango says goodbye\nsometimes. She does not hold me with both arms. She sets\nme free.\nOne day I will pack my bags of books and paper. One\nday I will say goodbye to Mango. I am too strong for her\nto keep me here forever. One day I will go away.\nFriends and neighbors will say, What happened to\nthat Esperanza? Where did she go with all those books and\npaper? Why did she march so far away?\nThey will not know I have gone away to come back.\nFor the ones I left behind. For the ones who cannot out.2Embed', 'default'

Bauhaus___Burning_From_The_Inside

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"Burning from the Inside LyricsRunning without aim\nThrough the razor weeds\nThat only reach my knees\nAnd when I'm lying in the grey sleep\nI don't know how to walk the boards\nI open my eyes, and look at the floor\nAnd now I don't see you anymore\n\nThere is no choice, we make a point\nTo counteract a threatening hand\nClose my hold\nLet's be near\nLet's be near the atmosphereYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Amy_Studt___Furniture

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"Furniture LyricsI am only flesh and bones\nSplintered glass and tattered clothes\nBehind the skin, my fragility\nBehind the skin, a skeletal impracticality\nI am only pieces of you\nHeld together with paper glue\nBehind the skin, my divinity\nBehind the skin, my only sanctuary\n\nYou can lean on me, have a drink on me\nLeave your mark all over me\nPaint the outside 'till it smiles\nYou can eat off me, rest your head on me\nPress yourself on top of me\nKick the back until it's quiet\nAll in all I'm just furniture\nJust another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set\nAll in all I'm just furniture\nIn these four walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip\n\nMy wooden heart it sings no more\nThis dress I wear becomes the floor\nBehind the skin, a living, breathing thing\nBehind the skin, a place you've never been\n\nYou can lean on me, have a drink on me\nLeave your mark all over me\nPaint the outside 'till it smiles\nYou can eat off me, rest your head on me\nPress yourself on top of me\nKick the back until it's quiet\n\nAll in all I'm just furniture\nJust another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set\nAll in all I'm just furniture\nIn these four walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip\n\nI am only flesh and bones\nSplintered glass and tattered clothesYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Christina_Aguilera___Love_Will_Find_A_Way

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"Love Will Find a Way Lyrics[Verse 1]\nNo one ever said that love was gonna be easy\nGotta take the ups and downs, the in-betweens\nIf you take this journey, gotta give yourself completely\nNever let nobody ever step on our dreams\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou better stop\nListen to these words that I say\nYou better stop\nDon't you throw this good thing away, no, no\nPut your trust in me and I'll make you see\n[Chorus]\nNo, the rain won't last forever\nFind a way to make it better\nLong as we can stand together, love will find a way\nGonna make a new tomorrow\nSay goodbye to tears and sorrow\nBetter listen when I say love will find a way\n\n[Verse 2]\nSomebody tried to tell me love don't last forever\nSaid it only happens in your wildest dreams\nAfter all is said and done, we're still here together\nNever listen to the lies and jealousy\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou better stop\nDon't you let them turn you around\nYou better stop\nHang onto this love that we've found\nNothing they can say can stand in our way\n\n[Chorus]\nNo, the rain won't last forever\nFind a way to make it better\nLong as we can stand together, love will find a way\nGonna make a new tomorrow oh, a new tomorrow, baby\nSay goodbye to tears and sorrow\nBetter listen when I say love will find a way\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Hook]\nI want you, I need you\nYou know that I believe you\nWe got it, you know it\nSo if it's real, just show it show it, baby\nI want you I want you, I need you\nYou know that I believe you\nWe got it we got it, you know it\nSo if it's real, just show it, baby\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou better stop\nListen to these words that I say\nYou better stop\nDon't you throw this good thing away, no\nPut your trust in me and I'll make you see\nYeah, yeah, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nNo, the rain won't last forever\nFind a way to make it better\nLong as we can stand together, love will find a way\nGonna make a new tomorrow\nSay goodbye to tears and sorrow\nBetter listen when I say love will find a way\nNo, the rain won't last forever\nFind a way to make it better\nLong as we can stand together, love will find a way\nLove will find a way\nGonna make a new tomorrow\nSay goodbye to tears and sorrow\nSay goodbye to tears and sorrow\nBetter listen when I say love will find a way\n[Hook]\nI want you, I need you\nYou know that I believe you\nWe got it we got it, you know it you know it\nSo if it's real, just show it just show it\nI want you I want you, I need you I need you\nYou know that I believe you you know I believe you\nWe got it we got it, you know it you know it\nSo if it's real, just show it just show it\n\n[Chorus]\nNo, the rain won't last forever\nFind a way to make it better\nLong as we can stand together, love will find a way...1Embed", 'default'

Al_Green___You_Ought_To_Be_With_Me

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"You Ought to Be with Me LyricsSit right down and talk to me\nAbout how you want to be\nYou ought to be with me\nYeah, you ought to be with me\n\nThinking 'bout what people do\nTalking 'bout how I love you\nThinking there's nothing to what they say\nYou're going to be with me anyway\n\nThey don't want to see us do\nAll of the things we want to\nYou ought to be with me\nHey, you ought to be with me\nYou don't have to waste my time\nIf you want to be a friend of mine\nYou can leave me now and walk away\nAnd turn your back for another day\nOh baby, yeah yeah\n\nOught to be the kind of girl\nThat can brighten this old world\nAnd it's hard to see why you and me\nCan't be together happily\n\nI'm trying to realize\nYou being with some other guy\nI don't know the reason why\nYou oughta be with me until I die\nHey, you ought to be with me until I die\n\nI don't want to waste my time\nIf you want to be a friend of mine\nI wanna hold you tight, love you right\nPut good feeling in your nightYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Justin_Nozuka___Save_Him

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'Save Him Lyrics[Verse 1]\nShe loves him more, he loves her more\nSeems like they won\'t ever let each other go\nLaughing and kissing, it\'s a match made in heaven\nBehind the rings on their fingers\nImprints the ink deep in the inner\nThat has stained their souls together now\nStained soul mates forever now\nSeems like they\'ve made it to the other side\nWhere the grass is greener and the sky is always blue\nAnd it goes on forever and ever but there is only room for two\nDeep at night I\'m awakened from my dreams\nNext door, yelling cries mercy, she is begging please\n"Don\'t end my life you\'re all I need\nAnd darling, I will never leave, I\'ll never leave"\nAnd then she prayed on her knees, she said\n[Chorus]\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\n\n[Verse 2]\nDark clouds cover her paradise\nShe covers her eyes and hides behind enemy lines\nAnd she walks through the night with her child in her arms\nShe\'s thrown back, hostage\'d\nSee, twenty years ago when she was just ten years old\nLost in imagination, she was left alone\nAnd pops had nothing to let his anger on\nOh, he beat her cold, yes he did, he beat her cold\nShe used to pray on her knees, she said\n\n[Chorus]\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\n\n[Verse 3]\nDeep at night, I\'m awakened from my dreams\nNext door, yelling cries mercy\nShe\'s begging please, and begging please, and begging please\n"Get up, get up", he brings her to her feet\nAnd smacks her down \'til she falls to the ground\nOh, and over and over again\nHe brings her to her feet \'til she can no longer stand\nOh, and still, the beating never ends\nOh, on and on and on it goes\nUntil he brings out a gun\nAnd says to her, "stop crying and bring me my son"\nShe cries harder and harder, he cries harder and harder\nShe says, "baby, please don\'t-don\'t do this"\nTwo shots to her chest\nAnd a blow to his own head\nShe quickly loses breath and blood rushes to their bed\nAnd baby cries, he cries his eyes out, yeah\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\nSave him, save him from the hand he that beats me on\n\n[Outro]\nShe loves him more, he loves her more\nSeems like they won\'t ever let each other go\nLaughing and kissing, it\'s a match made in heaven6Embed', 'default'

Editors___Well_Worn_Hand

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"Well Worn Hand Lyrics[Verse 1]\nWake up my love\nToday I heard some bad news\nJust what are we all supposed to do?\nI won't let them get to you\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't want to go out on my own anymore\nI can't face the night like I used to before\n\n[Verse 2]\nTake my well worn hand\nLet's lock ourselves away\nWe'll never, ever step outside\nWe'll curl up in a ball and hide\n[Chorus]\nI don't want to go out on my own anymore\nI can't face the night like I used to before\nI don't want to go out on my own anymore\nI can't face the night like I used to before\n\n[Verse 3]\nI'm so sorry for the things that they've done\nI'm so sorry about what we've all becomeYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Jessica_Simpson___I_Belong_To_Me

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"I Belong to Me Lyrics[Intro]\nI belong to me\nOoh, yeah\nOh\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt's not that I don't wanna share my life with you, baby\nIt's just that I'm the one I need to be true to, baby\nAnd I won't give up me to be part of you\nIt's not that I don't wanna have you in my life, baby\nIt's just you gotta know that it's got to be right, baby\nBefore I open up my heart to you\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't need somebody to complete me\nI complete myself\nNobody's got to belong to somebody else\n\n[Chorus]\nI belong to me\nI don't belong to you\nMy heart is my possession\nI'll be my own reflection\nI belong to me\nI'm one, not half of two\nAnd if you're gonna love me\nYou should know this, baby\nI belong to me\n\n[Verse 2]\nI gotta let you know before I let you in, baby\nThat who I am is not about who I am with, baby\nThat don't mean I don't wanna be here with you\nI do\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't need somebody to complete me\nI want you to know\nI'll give all my love, but I'm not givin' up my soul\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI belong to me Me\nI don't belong to you\nMy heart is my possession\nI'll be my own reflection Oh\nI belong to me I belong to me\nI'm one, not half of two\nAnd if you're gonna love me\nYou should know this, baby\nI belong to me Ooh yeah\n\n[Verse 3]\nLove don't mean changin' who you are to be\nWho somebody wants you to be\nNobody's got to belong to nobody\n\n[Bridge]\nI belong to me\nI don't belong to you\nMy heart is my possession\nI'll be my own reflection, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nI belong to me I belong to me\nI don't belong to you Don't belong to you\nMy heart is my possession Oh\nI'll be my own reflection Baby\nI belong to me\nI'm one, not half of two One, not half of two\nAnd if you're gonna love me If you're gonna love me\nYou should know this, baby\nI belong to meEmbed", 'default'

Bloc_Party___Flux

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"Flux Lyrics[Verse 1]\nIf your right hand is causing you pain\nCut it off, cut it off\nIf your colours have started to run\nLet them all run, run away from you\nThere is lightning in this room\nAbove our heads waiting to strike\nI'm a thinker, not a talker\nPut your faith, your faith in God\n[Chorus]\nWe were hoping for some romance\nAll we found was more despair\nWe must talk about our problems\nWe are in a state of flux\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'd kill for an adventure\nJust you and I in the Curzon Bar\nDancing until we knew\nSo all that we've learned disappeared\nWhen you shouted at me\nI saw my father in the second grade\nConcerned and kind\nYet unable to reach me\n\n[Chorus]\nWe were hoping for some romance\nAll we found was more despair\nWe must talk about our problems\nWe are in a state of flux\n\n[Bridge]\nState of flux, state of flux\nState of flux, state of flux\nWe need to talk, we need to talk\nWe need to talk, we need to talk\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWe were hoping for some romance\nAll we found was more despair\nWe must talk about our problems\nWe are in a state of flux4Embed", 'default'

Beth_Nielsen_Chapman___Ave_Maria

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"Ave Maria LyricsAve Maria!\nMaiden mild!\nOh, listen to a maiden's prayer\nFor thou can't hear amid the wild\nThis thou, this thou can't save amid, despair\nWe slumbers safely tear the Mother\nThough we be man outcast relived\nOh, Mainden, hear a maiden's sorrow\nOh, Mother, hear a suppliant child!\nAve Maria\nAve Maria, gracia plena\n\nMaria, gratia plena\nMaria, gratia plena\nAve, ave dominus\nDominus tecum\n\nThe murky cavern's air so heavy\nShall breath of balm if thou hast smiled\nOh, Maiden, hear a maiden pleadin'\nOh, Mother, hear a suppliant child\nAve Maria\nAve MariaYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Dirty_Projectors__David_Byrne___Knotty_Pine

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'Knotty Pine LyricsHere is the sound that photographs make\nWhen I see them, when I hear them\nI see regions of sharp precision\nOver abundance, over indulgence\nTied together with rope and twine\nStuck together with paste and glue\nTwo old planks of knotty pine\nAnd a couple of nails that poke right on through\nHere is the sound that photographs make\nWhen I see them, when I hear them\nI see regions of sharp precision\nOver abundance, over indulgence\nTied together with rope and twine\nStuck together with paste and glue\nTwo old planks of knotty pine\nAnd a couple of nails that poke right on throughYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'

Bouncing_Souls__The___Say_Anything

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"Say Anything LyricsI wanna make you know I can do everything\nBut I don't ever show you how I really am\nI wish I could say I have no regrets\nI wanted too much from you\n\nI don't want to be this way\nI kick myself\nI wish I could say\nI have no regrets today\n\nBut I'm so nervous that I lose my cool\nEvery time I pick up the phone and try to call you\nStanding out in the freezing cold until I'm numb\nWondering why I'm always acting so dumb\nI don't want to be this way\nI kick myself\nI wish I could say\nThat I have no regrets today\n\nThings just happened to turn out this way\nI can't say I have no regrets today\nThings happened to turn out this way\nI can't say I have no regrets todayYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Bubba_Sparxxx___Back_In_The_Mud

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"Back in the Mud LyricsOne.. Two.. One..Two..Three Lets GO..\n\n[Hook: Sleepy Brown]\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\n\n[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]\nIt's just that country boy, city slick\nHot boy, temperament\nAdd the pony, add the flame\nEither way it's an event\nIf it's me consider it\nPardon the coincidence, even though they mumble at me\nSuckers keep they distances\nFather, Kay Hey\nWhat's that they say\nHip hop redneck that's a safe place\nSay what makes you comfortable\nWith me cause I like it here\nHow about a rural dwelling, urban music pioneer\nTurn it up, let it bang\nRun with me, I bet you can't\nTook too much to make it float\nNever will I let it sink\nSo we reinvented it\nBoy are we generous\nHoping that my moment pass\nI can see the end of it\n25 years of life, I was born yesterday\nLoving life, doing right, earning every breath I take\nStanding in the mud again, cause it seems to pay me well\nPlaying with my not so distance cousins from the ATL AHHH..\n[Hook: Sleepy Brown]\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\n\n[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]\nAh Yea, Ah Yea\nPress it up\nShip it out\nCall the pony\nRent it out\nEverything I Am today\nIs what I've really what I've been about\nAthens Georgia Resident\nNative of Lagrange though\nI don't love the Peach State, brothers say it ain't so\nNaw, Sir, In Fact it's quite the opposite\nLoving yall from Brunswick, Up to the metropolis\nCan't forget about my Betty Betty in Dahlonega\nThat put them triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker\nHow can I run from, everything that made me\nKnowing all the love I get is appreciated greatly\nNow witness something truly inconceivable\nBubba International, but still he kept it regional\nTrying to make my momma proud\nRicky Lathens see me smile\nGotta make sure this next CD is the fire\nMaking sure everyone one of my talented associates gets what they deserve\nNothing short that's appropriate YEA!!!\nYou might also like[Hook: Sleepy Brown]\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\n\n[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]\nGet your cup, fill it up\nSoda don't appeal to us\nBut if your broke, do what you can't that alone still enough\nHelp us out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch\nJust stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this\nHey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys in route\nLet her join the Beat Club, peep that lil trim out\nHave her screaming new south, with out pulling loot out\nHe always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now\nAt the end of the day, I will have no regrets\nGot it done on every front, and I ain't even focused yet\nAt the bottom of the pond, swimming with them mud cats\nIf you dive in I'm perusing for a grudge match\nSpell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believe\nWhat ever goal God set for me, indeed I will achieve\nEither in this life, for in the next\nWhether drinking Gin or Becks\nBubba fin, to bring it home, still you can send a check\n[Hook: Sleepy Brown]\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away2Embed", 'default'

Diana_Krall___Love_Me_Like_A_Man

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"Love Me Like a Man Lyrics[Verse 1]\nThe men I been seein' baby\nGot their soul up on a shelf\nYou know they could never love me\nWhen they can't even love themselves\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I need someone to love me\nSomeone who really understands\nWho won't put themselves above me\nWho'll just love me like a man\n[Verse 2]\nI've never seen such losers, darling\nEven though I tried\nTo find a man who could take me home\nInstead of taking me for a ride\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I need someone to love me\nDarling I know you can\nDon't you put yourself above me\nYou just love me like a man\n\n[Verse 3]\nThey all want me to rock them\nLike my back ain't got no bone\nI want a man to rock me\nLike my backbone was his own\n\n[Chorus]\nDarling I know you can\nBelieve me when I tell you\nYou can love me like a man\n\n[Verse 4]\nCame on sad and lonely\nFeel like I wanna cry\nWanna man to hold me\nNot some fool who asks me why\nSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like[Chorus]\nAnd I need someone to love me\nBaby you can\nDon't you put yourself above me\nJust love me like a manEmbed", 'default'

Incubus___Warning

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"Warning Lyrics[Verse 1]\nBat your eyes girl, be otherworldly\nCount your blessings, seduce a stranger\nWhat's so wrong with being happy?\nKudos to those who see through sickness, yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nOver and over and over and over and...\nOoo-ooo\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen she woke in the morning\nShe knew that her life had passed her by\nAnd she called out a warning\nDon't ever let life pass you by\n[Verse 2]\nI suggest we learn to love ourselves\nBefore it's made illegal\nWhen will we learn? When will we change?\nJust in time to see it all fall down\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nThose left standing, will make millions\nWriting books on the way it should have been\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen she woke in the morning\nShe knew that her life had passed her by\nAnd she called out a warning, warning\nDon't ever let life pass you by\n\n[Bridge]\nFloating in this cosmic Jacuzzi\nWe are like frogs oblivious\nTo the water starting to boil\nNo one flinches, we all float face down\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen she woke in the morning\nShe knew that her life had passed her by\nAnd she called out a warning, warning\nDon't ever let life pass you by\nSee Incubus LiveGet tickets as low as $48You might also like[Outro]\nPass you by\nOh, oh, oh5Embed", 'default'

DMX___Ready_To_Meet_Him

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'Prayer II / Ready to Meet Him Lyrics[Part 1: Prayer II]\n\nLet us pray...\nI thank you, Lord, for my birth and everything that\'s followed\nI thank you, Lord, for today, and I will pray for tomorrow\nI thank you, Lord, for the love of my life and a friend\nI made a promise and I\'m lovin\' my wife \'til the end\nI thank you, Lord, for your guidance, \'cause it\'s all that counts\nAnd right here, right now... Lord, this is your house\nI thank you, Lord, for a dream that came true to light\nAnd I ask you to bless everybody in this room tonight\nI don\'t always do the right thing and I ask you to forgive me\n\'Cause I need You here wit me, without You in my life it\'s empty\nI think back how some people did me like, violence was the remedy\nAnd because I think of that now, I pray for my enemy\nNot because of what I\'ll do, but because they don\'t know\nThere\'s somethin\' better after here, but everybody won\'t go\nSo I ask You to forgive them and we\'ll hope they see\nAnd I thank You for the love that they\'ve given to me\nI will not abuse it nor will I lead them astray\nYou see I love \'em like children, that I see everyday\nAnd I pray... no, we pray... together\nGet us through the bad weather, and we love You forever\nLet Your thought and my heart go hand in hand\nI first thought but to start, but I stand a man\nAnd for as long as I can, as long as You permit me\nPlease give me the strength I need to live, bear with me\nAmen\n[Part 2: Ready to Meet Him]\n\n[Intro]\nWe each walk the path that we\'ve chosen Yes\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\n\n[Verse 1]\nLord, You left me stranded and I don\'t know why\nTold me to live my life, now I\'m ready to die\nReady to fly, I cry, but I shed no tears\nYou told me You would dead those fears, it\'s been years\nSnakes still comin\' at me, just missin\'\nSometimes I think all You do with me is just listen\nI thought that I was special, that\'s what You told me\nHold me, stop actin\' like You don\'t know me\nWhat I do so bad that it sent You away from me?\nNot only sent You away, but made You stay away from me?\n"My child I\'m here as I\'ve always been\nIt is you who went away and now are back again\nWhat did I say?" Follow Your word and be true\n"What did you do?" Well, what I wanted to do\n"What have you seen?" Darkness and hell at a glance\n"What do you want?" All I want is another chance\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\n\n[Verse 2]\n"Just because you went away, my doors are not locked\nWanna come back home? All you gotta do is knock"\nYou see, I left home a boy but returned as a man\nFull grown and I\'m still not able to stand\n"I gave you a hand." Well but I was lookin\' the wrong way\nFigured out the plan, then I started to pray\nAnd that prayer took me from here, over there\nBack to over here, now it got me like where\nDo I belong, do I fit in?\nThings on my mind, where do I begin?\nIt\'s easier to sin, but it hurts my heart\nI\'m really tryna win, so where do we start?\n"Thou shalt not steal." But what if he stole from me?\n"Thou shalt not kill." But what if he\'s tryin\' to kill me?\n"Thou shalt not take my name in vain\nNo matter how hard it rains, withstand the pain"\n[Chorus]\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\n[Verse 3]\nOur Father, who art in Heaven\nI\'m not ashamed to ask for guidance at 27\nNo longer afraid to knock on Your door\nNot scared anymore to lose my life in the war\nAfter what I just saw, I\'m ridin\' with the Lord\n\'Cause I really can\'t afford to lose my head by the sword\nAnd now that I\'ve seen what I need to see\nPlease take me where I need to be\n"What have you learned?" It\'s better to tell the truth than to lie\n"What have you learned?" To love my life until I die\n"What have you learned?" Violence isn\'t always the key\n"What have you learned?" You can\'t always believe what you see\n"What have you learned?" It\'s better to forgive and forget\n"What have you learned?" Give as you expect to get\n"What have you learned?" That I can\'t go on without You\n"What have you learned?" I must\'ve been a fool to ever doubt You\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\n[Outro]\nI\'m ready to meet him\nI\'m ready to meet him\nI\'m ready to meet him\nI\'m ready to meet him61Embed', 'default'

Blink182___Asthenia

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"Asthenia Lyrics[Spoken Intro]\n\n[Verse 1: Tom DeLonge]\nLast night, it came as a picture\nWith a good reason, a warning sign\nThis place is void of all passion\nIf you can imagine, it's easy if you try\nBelieve me, I failed this effort\nI wrote a reminder this wasn't a vision\nThis time, where are you, Houston?\nIs somebody out there? Will somebody listen?\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nI feel alone and tired\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nI hope I won't forget you\n\n[Verse 2: Tom DeLonge]\nMy head is made up of memories\nMost of them useless delusions\nThis room is bored of rehearsal\nAnd sick of the boundaries, I miss you so much\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nI feel alone and tired\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nThis time, I don't want to\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nI feel alone and tired\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nI hope I won't forget you\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nI feel alone and tired\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nThis time, I don't want to\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nI feel alone and tired\nShould I go back, should I go back, should I?\nI hope I won't forget youYou might also like13Embed", 'default'

Britney_Spears___Gimme_More

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"TranslationsBosanskiGimme More Lyrics[Intro: Britney Spears]\nIt's Britney, bitch\nI see you\nAnd I just wanna dance with you\n\n[Verse 1: Britney Spears]\nEvery time they turn the lights down\nJust wanna go that extra mile for you\nPublic display of affection Oh-oh-oh\nFeels like no one else in the room But you\n[Pre-Chorus: Britney Spears]\nWe can get down\nLike there's no one around\nWe keep on rocking We keep on rocking\nWe keep on rocking We keep on rocking\nCameras are flashing\nWhile we're dirty dancing\nThey keep watching They keep watching\nKeep watching, feels like the crowd is saying\n\n[Chorus: Britney Spears]\nGimme, gimme More, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More, gimme Mo'\nGimme, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More, gimme Mo'\nGimme, gimme More\n\n[Verse 2: Britney Spears]\nThe center of attention Do you feel that?\nEven when we're up against the wall\nYou got me in a crazy position Yeah\nIf you're on a mission Uh-huh, you got my permission Oh\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus: Britney Spears]\nWe can get down\nLike there's no one around\nWe keep on rocking Keep on rocking\nWe keep on rocking Oh, rocking Uh-huh\nCameras are flashing\nWhile we're dirty dancing\nThey keep watching They keep watching\nKeep watching, feels like the crowd is saying\n\n[Chorus: Britney Spears]\nGimme, gimme More, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More, gimme Mo'\nGimme, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More, gimme Mo'\nGimme, gimme More\n\n[Bridge: Britney Spears & Danja]\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh I just can't\nOoh-ooh-ooh Control myself\nOoh-ooh-ooh More\nOoh-ooh-ooh They want more?\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh Well, I'll give them more\nOoh-ooh-ooh Ow! More\n[Chorus: Britney Spears]\nGimme, gimme More, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More, give me more\nGimme, gimme More. gimme Mo'\nGimme, gimme More, ooh-ooh\nGimme, gimme More, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More\nGimme, gimme More, give me more, gimme Mo', yeah\nGimme, gimme More\n\n[Post-Chorus: Britney Spears & Danja]\nOh-oh-oh\nGimme more, gimme more\nMo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— More\nGimme more, gimme more, babe\nDanja, Danja, Danja, Danja\nDanja, Danja, Danja, Danja I just want more\n\n[Interlude: Britney Spears & Danja]\nOoh-oh, ah-ah-ah, ah\nOoh-oh, ah-ah-ah, ah\nOoh-oh, ah-ah-ah, ah\nOoh-oh, ah-ah-ah, ah\nOoh-oh, ah-ah-ah, ah\nOoh-oh, ah-ah-ah, ah\nOoh-oh, ah-ah-ah, ah\nOoh-oh, ah-ah-ah, ah\nGimme, gimme, gimme\nGimme, gimme\nGimme, gimme, gimme Danja, Danja, Danja, Danja\nGimme, gimme Danja, Danja, Danja, Danja\nGimme, gimme, gimme\nGimme, gimme\nGimme, gimme, gimme\nGimme, gimme\n\n[Outro: Danja]\nBet you didn't see this one coming\nThe Incredible Lago Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo—\nThe legendary Miss Britney Spears, haha\nAnd the unstoppable Danja\nAh, you gonna have to remove me\n'Cause I ain't going nowhere\nMo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— Mo— More221Embed", 'default'

Augie_March___Becoming_Bryn

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"Becoming Bryn LyricsI dreamt I got a snakebite\nJust a dream but upon waking up my head felt light\nMy arm felt tight\n\nWhere the serpent struck\nA mark so faintly\nThere upon me\nWith very little warning the end\n\nAnd if you think that I'm becoming the worst I can become\nYou've got another thing coming baby\nI've a few tricks up my dirty white sleeve\nRun run run run run\nRun run run run run\nI see that you've got well made hands\nYou're well put together\nYou smell like apples\nTaste like the sea\nAnd in your nature\nA full set of vigors\nI have a vision of you ripely\nHanging from the tree\nSwinging in the orchard breeze\n\nAnd though nobody wants a part of the ritual\nYou could at least keep me an honest vigil\nAnd if you see me rising up through the floor\nWith unblinking eyes\nRun run run run run\nRun run run run run\n\nI lie awake tonight\nIt's weight upon my chest\nSmell of the well\nUpon the unwell\nVoice from the dark water\nI don't recognise it\n\nThere's a thing that I must do\nA question I should ask\nYou might also likeWho are you, why do you come for me?\nWho are you, why do you come for me?\nWho are you, why do you come for me?\n\nO nobody wants a part of the ritual\nYou could at least keep me an honest vigil\nAnd if you see me coming out the door\nWith a bloody hand\nRun run run run run\nAnd if you see me rising up through the floor\nWith unblinking eyes\nRun run run run run\nRun run run run run\nRun run run run runEmbed", 'default'

Flying_Burrito_Brothers___Do_Right_Woman

sad

"Do Right Woman LyricsTake me to heart and I'll always love you\nAnd nobody else could make me do wrong\nTake me for granted and I'll tag along\nMakes willpower weak and temptation strong\n\nA woman's only human\nThis you must understand\nShe's not just a plaything\nShe expects love just like a man\n\nSo, if you want a do right all day woman\nYou got to be a do right all night man\nThey say that it's a man's world\nBut you can't prove that by me\nSo as long as we're together, baby\nYou better show some respect for me\n\nSo, if you want a do right all day woman\nYou got to be a do right all night man\nYou got to be a do right all night man\nYou got to be a do right all night manYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Belle__Sebastian___Your_Secrets

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"Your Secrets LyricsTo step out of your cradle is like coming down\nI just had somebody tell me I was introspective to a fault\nI'll be a doozer if I can\nBut I will contented be right now for us to keep our secret\n\nYou could tell me all your secrets\nAll you ever do is run and hide\nYou can keep it inside\nYou could tell me all your secrets\nAll I have to do is let it ride\nI can keep it inside\nBut if it's as it seems, and I keep having dreams\nAbout the two of us, then it's obvious\nYou should stop treating me like I was just a child\nYou should start treating me like I was just as wild as you\nTo step out of your cradle is like coming down\nI just had somebody tell me I was introspective to a fault\nI'll be a doozer if I can\nBut I will contented be right now if for us keep our secret\n\nWe could be a little closer\nThe mystery you're trying to preserve\nYou don't need in reserve\nWe should be a little closer\nIntimacy has the greater charm\nAnd it would do no harm\nTo give a little way, oh please stop holding sway\nYou could even read me your poetry\nIf you could stop treating me like I was just a child\nStart treating me like I was just as wild as you\nStop treating me like I was just a childSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Badly_Drawn_Boy___Degrees_Of_Separation

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"Degrees of Separation LyricsWe figure out the past through photographs\nThey took while we were young\nEven though there's no way out, we'll find one\nWe're the love-struck ones\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in\n\nA finger on the pulse is not enough\nTo show who's wrong from right\nYou know it's gonna be a long drive\nNot an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in\nLeave the lights on\nIf you're the last one alive\nThere's too many strangers on this long\nLonely drive\nI'll be by your side\nBelieve me\n\nNow, no-one knows the year\nYou're from the past\nYou look like you're alive\nYou know it's gonna be a long drive\nNot an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in\n\nI kept the photograph upon the dash\nIt helped me realise\nThat it didn't have to be a long drive\nBut an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nWe're alone again\n\nLeave the lights on\nIf you're the last one aliveYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Eliane_Elias___The_Girl_From_Ipanema

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"The Girl From Ipanema LyricsTall and tan and young and lovely\nThe girl from Ipanema goes walking\nAnd when she passes, each one she passes goes ah\n\nWhen she walks she's like a samba\nThat swings so cool and sways so gentle\nThat when she passes, each one she passes goes ah\n\nOh, but he watches so sadly\nHow can he tell her he loves her?\nYes, he would give his heart gladly\nBut each day when she walks to the sea\nShe looks straight ahead, not at he\nTall and tan and young and lovely\nThe girl from Ipanema goes walking\nAnd when she passes he smiles but she doesn't see\n\nOlha que coisa mais linda mais cheia de graça\nÉ ela, a menina que vem e que passa\nNum doce balanço caminho do mar\n\nMoça do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema\nO seu balançado é mais que um poema\nÉ a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar\n\nAh, porque estou tão sozinho\nAh, porque tudo é tão triste\nAh, a beleza que existe\nA beleza que não é só minha\nQue também passa sozinha\n\nAh, se ela soubesse que quando ela passa\nO mundo sorrindo se enche de graça\nE fica mais lindo por causa do amor\n\nOh, but he watches so sadly\nHow can he tell her he loves her?\nYes, he would give his heart gladly\nBut each day when she walks to the sea\nShe looks straight ahead not at he\nYou might also likeAnd tall and tan and young and lovely\nThe girl from Ipanema goes walking\nAnd when she passes he smiles but she doesn't see\n\nShe just doesn't see\nNo, she doesn't see\nBut she doesn't seeEmbed", 'default'

Britney_Spears___Out_From_Under

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"Out from Under Lyrics[Verse 1]\nBreathe you out, breathe you in\nYou keep coming back to tell me\nYou're the one who could have been\nAnd my eyes see it all so clear\nIt was long ago and far away, but it never disappears\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nTry to put it in the past\nHold on to myself, and don't look back\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna dream about\nAll the things that never were\nAnd maybe I can live without\nWhen I'm out from under\nI don't wanna feel the pain\nWhat good would it do me now?\nI'll get it all figured out\nWhen I'm out from under\nFrom under, from under, from under\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo, let me go, just let me fly away\nLet me feel the space between us growing deeper\nAnd much darker every day\nWatch me now, and I'll be someone new\nMy heart will be unbroken\nIt will open up for every one but you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEven when I cross the line\nIt's like a lie I've told a thousand times\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna dream about\nAll the things that never were\nAnd maybe I can live without\nWhen I'm out from under\nI don't wanna feel the pain\nWhat good would it do me now?\nI'll get it all figured out\nWhen I'm out from under\nFrom under, from under, from under, from under\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nAnd part of me still believes\nWhen you say you're gonna stick around\nAnd part of me still believes\nWe can find a way to work it out\nBut I know that we tried everything we could try\nSo, let's just say goodbye forever\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna dream about\nAll the things that never were\nAnd maybe I can live without\nWhen I'm out from under\nAnd I don't wanna feel the pain\nWhat good would it do me now?\nI'll get it all figured out\nWhen I'm out from under\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna dream about\nAll the things that never were\nAnd maybe I can live without\nWhen I'm out from under\nAnd I don't wanna feel the pain\nWhat good would it do me now?\nI'll get it all figured out\nWhen I'm out from under\nFrom under, from under, from under, from under4Embed", 'default'

EagleEye_Cherry___Save_Tonight

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"Save Tonight Lyrics[Verse 1]\nGo on and close the curtains\n'Cause all we need is candlelight\nYou and me, and a bottle of wine\nGonna hold you tonight, uh yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nWell we know I'm going away\nAnd how I wish, I wish it weren't so\nSo take this wine, and drink with me\nLet's delay our misery\n[Chorus]\nSave tonight\nAnd fight the break of dawn\nCome tomorrow\nTomorrow I'll be gone\nSave tonight\nAnd fight the break of dawn\nCome tomorrow\nTomorrow I'll be gone\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's a log on the fire\nAnd it burns like me for you\nTomorrow comes with one desire\nTo take me away, oh it's true\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nIt ain't easy to say goodbye\nDarling please don't start to cry\n'Cause girl you know I've got to go, oh\nLord I wish it wasn't so\n\n[Chorus]\nSave tonight\nAnd fight the break of dawn\nCome tomorrow\nTomorrow I'll be gone\nSave tonight\nAnd fight the break of dawn\nCome tomorrow\nTomorrow I'll be gone\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus 3]\nTomorrow comes to take me away\nI wish that I, that I could stay\nGirl you know I've got to go, oh\nLord I wish it wasn't so\n\n[Chorus]\nSave tonight\nAnd fight the break of dawn\nCome tomorrow\nTomorrow I'll be gone\nSave tonight\nAnd fight the break of dawn\nCome tomorrow\nTomorrow I'll be gone\n\n[Chorus]\nSave tonight\nAnd fight the break of dawn\nCome tomorrow\nTomorrow I'll be gone\nSave tonight\nAnd fight the break of dawn\nCome tomorrow\nTomorrow I'll be gone\n[Post-Chorus]\nTomorrow I'll be gone\nTomorrow I'll be gone\nTomorrow I'll be gone\nTomorrow I'll be gone\n\n[Outro]\nSave tonight\nSave tonight\nSave tonight\nSave tonight\nOh, that's right\nSave tonight14Embed", 'default'

10_Years___Prey

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"Prey LyricsOne at a time\nOne in the same\nOne is the time\nThat remains\nSnip back the weak before they give away\nI'm twisted in knots from hard work and strain\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been waiting so long for this time\nI'm terrified\nBlind in ways I've never realized\nI don't mind\nAll at a time\nAll in the same\nCaliformula\nI've become prey\nStrolling down\nIn my face\nThese tears I'm not crying\nThis will not kill me\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been waiting so long for this time\nI'm terrified\nBlind in ways I've never realized\nI don't mind\n\nTo do this right\nWe must realize\nEveryone kneads equally\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been waiting so long for this time\nI'm terrified\nBlind in ways I've never realized\nI don't mindYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Beck___Modern_Guilt

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"Modern Guilt Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI feel uptight when I walk in the city\nI feel so cold when I'm at home\nFeels like everything's starting to hit me\nI lost my bearings ten minutes ago\n\n[Chorus 1]\nModern guilt, I'm stranded with nothing\nModern guilt, I'm under lock and key\nMisapprehension\nTurning into convention\nDon't know what I've done but I feel ashamed\n[Verse 2]\nStanding outside the glass on the sidewalk\nThese people talk about impossible things\nAnd I'm falling out of the conversation\nAnd I'm a pawn piece in a human shield\n\n[Chorus 2]\nModern guilt is all in our hands\nModern guilt won't get me to bed\nSay what you will\nSmoke your last cigarette\nDon't know what I've done but I feel afraidSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like1Embed", 'default'

Alexz_Johnson___Fade_To_Black

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"Fade To Black LyricsThree days\nEight hours\nFourteen minutes gone\nYou bend\nI break\nLike in every song\nMaybe I'm too skeptical\nMaybe I'm too tough to fall\n\nEverything you are\nEverything reminds me of\nEverything you are\nFades to black\nEvery time I see your face\nScreaming the secrets we've shared\nWe fade to black\nI call out for your warm embrace\nFeel your tears fall\nUpon my face\nWhat makes me so bulletproof?\nWhat makes me act so removed?\n\nEverything you are\nEverything reminds me of\nEverything you are\nFades to black\nEvery time I see your face\nScreaming the secrets we've shared\n\nFeels like I'm running\nRunning as fast as I can\nFeels like I'm trying\nTrying to understand why I keep crashing as hard as I can into you\n\nEverything you are\nEverything reminds me of\nEverything you are\nFades to black\nEvery time I see your face\nScreaming the secrets we've shared...\n\nEverything you are\nEverything reminds me of\nEverything you are\nFades to black\nEvery times I see your face\nScreaming the secrets we've shared\nYou might also likeWe fade to blackEmbed", 'default'

John_Mayer___Bigger_Than_My_Body

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"Bigger Than My Body Lyrics[Verse 1]\nThis is a call to the color-blind\nThis is an IOU\nI'm stranded behind a horizon line\nTied up in something true\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYes, I'm grounded\nGot my wings clipped\nI'm surrounded by all this pavement\nGuess I'll circle\nWhile I'm waiting for my fuse to dry\n[Chorus]\nSomeday I'll fly\nSomeday I'll soar\nSomeday I'll be so damn much more\nCause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhy is it not my time\nWhat is there more to learn\nShed this skin I've been tripping in\nNever to quite return\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYes, I'm grounded\nGot my wings clipped\nI'm surrounded by all this pavement\nGuess I'll circle\nWhile I'm waiting for my fuse to dry\n\n[Chorus]\nSomeday I'll fly\nSomeday I'll soar\nSomeday I'll be so damn much more\nCause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for\nCause I'm bigger than my body now\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nMaybe I'll tangle in the power lines\nAnd it might be over in a second's time\nBut I'll gladly go down in a flame\nIf a flame's what it takes to remember my name\nTo remember my name\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYes, I'm grounded\nGot my wings clipped\nI'm surrounded by all this pavement\nGuess I'll circle\nWhile I'm waiting for my fuse to dry\nFor my fuse to dry\nWait for my fuse to dry\n\n[Chorus]\nSomeday I'll fly\nSomeday I'll soar\nSomeday I'll be so damn much more\nCause I'm bigger than my body\nI'm bigger than my body\nI'm bigger than my body now1Embed", 'default'

AFI___Prelude_1221

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"Prelude 12/21 Lyrics[Verse 1]\nThis is what I brought you, this you can keep\nThis is what I brought, you may forget me\nI promise to depart, just promise one thing\nKiss my eyes and lay me to sleep\nThis is what I brought you, this you can keep\nThis is what I brought, you may forget me\nI promise you my heart, just promise to sing\nKiss my eyes and lay me to sleep\nKiss my eyes and lay me to sleep\n[Verse 2]\nThis is what I thought, I thought you'd need me\nThis is what I thought, so think me naive\nI'd promise you a heart, you'd promise to keep\nKiss my eyes and lay me to sleep\nKiss my eyes and lay me to sleep\nKiss my eyes and lay me to sleepSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Daylight_Dies___Four_Corners

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'Four Corners LyricsFour corners, neatly cleaned\nBone white clock\nCounts away\nSeconds of life\n\nAnother year\nPasses away\nQuietly, carefully\nWrapped\nIn promises of change\nHow many times must i look back\nCounting my mistakes\nHow many empty lives like mine\nBegin and end each day\n\nSlowly moving, shifting shapes\nDead memories, wandering\nLost\nStealing my sleepYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'

Godsmack___Voodoo

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"Voodoo Lyrics[Chorus]\nI'm not the one who's so far away\nWhen I feel the snake bite enter my veins\nNever did I wanna be here again\nAnd I don't remember why I came\n\n[Verse 1]\nCandles raise my desire\nWhy I'm so far away\nNo more meaning to my life\nNo more reason to stay\n[Pre-Chorus]\nFreezin' feelin'\nBreathe in, breathe in\nI'm comin' back again\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not the one who's so far away\nWhen I feel the snake bite enter my veins\nNever did I wanna be here again\nAnd I don't remember why I came\n\n[Verse 2]\nHazing clouds rain on my head\nEmpty thoughts fill my ears\nFind my shade by the moonlight\nWhy my thoughts aren't so clear\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDemons dreamin'\nBreathe in, breathe in\nI'm comin' back again\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not the one who's so far away\nWhen I feel the snake bite enter my veins\nNever did I wanna be here again\nAnd I don't remember why I came\nI'm not the one who's so far away\nWhen I feel the snake bite enter my veins\nNever did I wanna be here again\nAnd I don't remember why I came\nYou might also like[Interlude]\nVoodoo\nVoodoo, voodoo, voodoo\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not the one who's so far away\nWhen I feel the snake bite enter my veins\nNever did I wanna be here again\nAnd I don't remember why I came\nI'm not the one who's so far away\nWhen I feel the snake bite enter my veins\nNever did I wanna be here again\nAnd I don't remember why I came\n\n[Interlude]\nVoodoo, voodoo\nVoodoo, voodoo\nVoodoo, voodoo\nVoodoo, voodoo\n\n[Outro]\nVoodoo So far away...\nVoodoo I'm not the one who's so far away\nVoodoo I'm not the one who's so far away\nI'm not the one who's so far away24Embed", 'default'

Eels___A_Daisy_Through_Concrete

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"A Daisy Through Concrete LyricsWake up the dying, don't wake up the dead\nChange what you're saying, don't change what you said\nNow that it's time I got out of bed\nAnd I walk myself down Sycamore Street\nThe sun beats down, no shoes on my feet\nAnd I stumble on a daisy through concrete\n\nPink and brown babies in pink stroller cars\nThey know that it's good they don't care where they are\nThey know that home doesn't feel very far\nAnd I walk myself down Sycamore Street\nThe sun beats down, no shoes on my feet\nAnd I stumble on a daisy through concrete\nHere we go\nOh yeah\nThat's how I like it\n\nAirplane is flying up in the sky\nMaking a pattern with the white lines\nLooks like a heart or maybe a pie\nAnd I walk myself down Sycamore Street\nThe sun beats down, no shoes on my feet\nAnd I stumble on a daisy through concrete\nA daisy through concreteYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Bob_Mould___SacrificeLet_There_Be_Peace

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"Sacrifice/Let There Be Peace LyricsIf I ride on the rails\nI shall ride them alone\nIf I need all this pain\nI will find it alone\n\nIf I'm wanted for leaving\nI will leave here alone\nAnd if I can't resist this\nThen I am unfit to go on\n\nA simple solution is all I require\nIf fire is the passion, I only aspire to be free\nLet me be free\nOh, if the strain on your conscience gets under your skin\nAnd leads you to making a sacrifice, sacrifice me, oh\nLet there be peace\nTo the grave from the cradle\nWe don't rock anymore\nNow I stand here with both feet\nPlanted firm on the floor\n\nAnd if you're planning a future\nOf indefinite grace\nYou'd better start removing\nThe lines of deceit from your face\n\nA simple conclusion is all I require\nIf fire is the passion, I only aspire to be free\nOh, let me be free\nAnd all of the hypocrites lie through their teeth\nTalk about making a sacrifice, sacrifice me\nOh, let there be peace, yeah\n\nHow much longer can all this go on?\nHow many more chances can one person have?\nAnd all of the questions with no proper answers\nContinue, continue, have to go on, have to go on\n\nShould I bend down and worship the ground\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\nOf the beautiful people who live without flaws?\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\nYou might also likeSuccess is a virtue to share with the world\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\nBut failure's a lesson that's best learned alone\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\n\nRespect is a virtue that strong men command\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\nBut when words become weapons\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\n\nThere'll be peace in the valley of death when I rise\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\nThere'll be peace in the valley of death when I rise, yeah\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\n\nThere'll be peace in the valley of death when I rise, oh yeah\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\nThere'll be peace\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\n\nThere'll be peace in the valley of death when I rise\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice me\nPeace in the valley of death when I rise\nSacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice meEmbed", 'default'

Hello_Saferide___Overall

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'Overall LyricsOverall, I think we did a good job\nWe did the best we could, I think we did the best we could\nOverall, we couldn\'t have done that much else\nI think we pulled it off, I always thought we pulled it off\nI always thought we pulled if off\n\nDays and nights, we were a shoulder to cry on\nWeren\'t we? Weren\'t we?\nSmiling eyes that screamed "Confide in me!"\nThat was you and me, weren\'t we\nWeren\'t we\nIt couldn\'t be our fault, we never said anything political\nSure you worked late some nights\nI always thought you could have breast-fed him\nLonger than you did but we let him in\nNot enough but I let him in\n\nOverall, I think we did a good job\nWe did the best we could, I think we did the best we could\nOverall, we couldn\'t have done that much else\nI think we pulled it off, I always thought we pulled it off\nI always thought we pulled if off\n\nI\'ve got my calendar here, he was sick back in \'92\nThe week when they had history on World War II\nYou never should have got him that video game for Christmas\nThey shoot people in that game\nPixled people without names\n\nOverall, we\'ve always done as they say\nWe should have, haven\'t we? Haven\'t we?\nWe always smiled, we hid all issues away\nDidn\'t we? Didn\'t we? Didn\'t we?\n\nYou know the new receptionist at work - she\'s a Jew\nShe could visit - he could see she could be me or you\nAnd bring the gay guy downstairs - he doesn\'t look gay at all\nWe broke something without knowing\nBut we did a good job overall, didn\'t we?\nDidn\'t we? Didn\'t we?\nYou might also likeWe always smiled, We hid all troubles away\nDidn\'t we, didn\'t we?\nWhat will the neighbors say?\nMaybe that shaved hair will grown back\nOr Grandma will have a heart attackEmbed', 'default'

Bowling_For_Soup___Surf_Colorado

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'Surf Colorado LyricsI saw you there\nYour long brown hair\nFalling on your face the way it used to fall on mine\nAt one time\nA long time ago\nI still remember everything you said to me that night\n\nIt\'s too bad and it\'s too late\nYou were such a big mistake\nPlease don\'t call here anymore\nI used to miss you\nThere\'s no surf in Colorado anyway\nAnd it\'s a shame to hear you\'re happy and you still look at me that way\nThere\'s no surf in Colorado anyway, yeah\nShe never waved to me or said "good bye"\nOne night she just left me and her behind\n\nThere she goes\nAnd no one knows\nWhat she does to my heart, still, she\'ll never know\nHow we speak\nAcross the room\nEye to eye she\'s holding him, holding me soon\n\nIt\'s too bad and it\'s too late\nWas it such a big mistake?\nYou don\'t call me anymore call me anymore\nAnd I still miss you\n\nThere\'s no surf in Colorado anyway\nAnd it\'s a shame to hear you\'re happy and you still look at me that way\nThere\'s no surf in Colorado anyway, yeah\nShe never waved to me or said "good bye"\nOne night she just left me and her behind\n\nRemember the first time\nGoddamn we got so high\nShe held me so close that I thought that I might break\nAnd know she\'s a mile high\nAnd I\'m on Texas time\nShe traded rattlesnakes for bunny runs in Colorado Springs\nYeah\nYou might also likeThere\'s no surf in Colorado anyway\nAnd it\'s a shame to hear you\'re happy and you still look at me that way\nThere\'s no surf in Colorado anyway, yeah\nShe never waved to me or said "good bye"\nOne night she just left me and her behindEmbed', 'default'

Bill_Withers___Lovely_Day

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"Lovely Day Lyrics[Verse 1]\nWhen I wake up in the morning, love\nAnd the sunlight hurts my eyes\nAnd something without warning, love\nBears heavy on my mind\n\n[Chorus]\nThen I look at you\nAnd the world's alright with me\nJust one look at you\nAnd I know it's gonna be\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\n[Verse 2]\nWhen the day that lies ahead of me\nSeems impossible to face\nWhen someone else instead of me\nAlways seems to know the way\n\n[Chorus]\nThen I look at you\nAnd the world's alright with me\nJust one look at you\nAnd I know it's gonna be\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen the day that lies ahead of me\nSeems impossible to face\nWhen someone else instead of me\nAlways seems to know the way\n\n[Chorus]\nThen I look at you\nAnd the world's alright with me\nJust one look at you\nAnd I know it's gonna be\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nA lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day\nLovely day, lovely dayYou might also like14Embed", 'default'

Dinosaur_Jr___Friends

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"Friends Lyrics[Verse 1]\nI need a hand, I need a hand\nCan you understand, I got no plan\nLooking for a new brochure\nJust staring in the sand\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn my defense, in my defense\nI feel intense, it all makes no sense\nI'm the one who runs in circles\nTell me how it went\n[Verse 3]\nI wanted you to make it slow\nI wanna have a hand to hold\nNow it's stuck in my throat\nWishing that I'd blow\n\n[Verse 4]\nI try and try and get nowhere\nI can't avoid and I can't stare\nIt's not my only thought\nBut I can't give it up\n\n[Verse 5]\nI've been away, I've been away\nI'd like to stay but can't get it straight\nI saw you running sideways\nSo I hope it's not to late\n\n\n[Verse 6]\nI wanted you to bring me there\nDrop me off, you know I'm scared\nNot sure what I can bring\nOr if it means a thing\n\n[Verse 7]\nI wondered what I couldn't think\nI was feeling my heart sink\nBut couldn't shake it off\nMind was going soft\nYou might also like[Verse 8]\nIf you're here, if you're here\nAnd I cruise in fear then disappear\nEven if you don't see me\nI promise I'll be near\n\n[Verse 9]\nI wanted you to lose control\nI wanted you to hear my soul\nAnd jumble things I've strained\nAnd my goal wasn't reigned\n\n[Verse 10]\nI broke it up to have some space\nBut nothing's falling into place\nBut I can't get upset\n'Cause I can't get it yetEmbed", 'default'

Kanye_West___Roses

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'TranslationsTürkçeRoses Lyrics[Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion]\n\n[Verse 1: Kanye West]\nI know it\'s past visiting hours\nBut can I please give her these flowers?\nThe doctor don\'t wanna take procedures\nHe claim her heart can\'t take the anesthesia\nIt\'ll send her body into a seizure\nThat lil\' thing by the hospital bed, it\'ll stop beepin\'\nHey, chick, I\'m at a loss for words\nWhat do you say at this time? Remember when I was nine?\nTell her everything gon\' be fine, but I be lyin\'\nHer family cryin\', they want her to live, and she tryin\'\nI\'m arguin\', like, "What kind of doctor can we fly in?"\nYou know the best medicine go to people that\'s paid\nIf Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS\nAnd all the broke motherfuckers passed away\nYou telling me if my grandma\'s in the NBA\nRight now, she\'d be okay?\nBut since she was just a secretary\nWorking for the church for 35 years\nThings \'sposed to stop right here?\nMy grandfather tryin\' to pull it together, he strong\nThat\'s where I get my confidence from\nI asked the nurse, "Did you do the research?"\nShe asked me, "Can you sign some t-shirts?"\n"Bitch, is you smokin\' reefer?\nYou don\'t see that we hurt?" But still–\n[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams]\nI smile\nWhen Rosie comes to see me\nAnd I can\'t wait for a sunny day Seeing it through your eyes\nCan\'t wait for the clouds to break\n\n[Verse 2: Kanye West]\nThey outside of the emergency room, room\nYou can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat\nIf she gon\' pull through, we gon\' find out soon\nBut right now, she \'sleep, sleep, sleep\nMy momma say they say she could pass away any day\nHey chick, what these doctors know anyway?\nLet me see the X-rays, I ain\'t no expert, I\'m just hurt\nCousin Kim took off of work\nPlus, my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Klaye and Aunt Jean\nSo many aunties we could have an Auntie Team\nFeel like Amerie, it\'s just "1 Thing"\nWhen they said that she made it, you see they eyes gleam\nI think we at a all-time high\nTo get there, we run, we fly, we drive\n\'Cause with my family, we know where home is\nSo instead of sending flowers, we the roses\n\n[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams]\nI smile\nWhen Rosie comes to see me\nAnd I can\'t wait for a sunny day Seeing it through your eyes\nCan\'t wait for the clouds to break\nYou might also like[Break: Bill Withers & Patti LaBelle]\n\'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine Oh\n\n[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams]\nI smile\nWhen Rosie comes to see me\nAnd I can\'t wait for a sunny day Seeing it through your eyes\nCan\'t wait for the clouds to break\n\n[Hook: Bill Withers & Patti LaBelle]\nI smile\nWhen Rosie comes to see me\nAnd I\'m sad when Rosie goes away\n\'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine Say\n\n[Outro: Patti LaBelle]\nCan\'t wait, I can\'t wait, no\nCan\'t wait, I can\'t wait, no\nCan\'t wait, I, can\'t wait\nNo, can\'t wait, for\nFor a sunny day\nMomma can\'t wait\nFor the clouds to break\nMm mmm mm mm-mm mm-mm\nOh-oh-oh-oh, no, no, say\nTellin\' you the truth now\nSaid I can\'t wait, uh-uh\nI won\'t wait, no63Embed', 'default'

Calexico___Alone_Again_Or

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'Alone Again Or LyricsYeah\nI said it\'s alright\nI won\'t forget\nAll the times I\'ve waited patiently for you\nAnd you\'ll do just what you choose to do\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dear\n\nYeah\nI heard a funny thing\nSomebody said to me\n"You know that I could be in love with almost everyone\nAnd I think that people are the greatest fun"\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dear\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dear\n\nWhooooop!\n\nYeah\nI heard a funny thing\nSomebody said to me\n"You know that I could be in love with almost everyone;\nI think that people are the greatest fun"\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dear\n\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dearYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'

Akon___Dont_Matter

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"Don’t Matter Lyrics[Intro]\nKonvict, Konvict, Konvict\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n[Verse 1]\nNobody wanna see us together\nNobody thought we'd last forever\nI feel I'm hopin' and prayin'\nThings between us gon' get better\nMen steady comin' after you\nWomen steady comin' after me\nSeems like everybody wanna go for self\nAnd don't wanna respect boundaries\nTellin' you all those lies\nJust to get on yo' side\nBut I must admit there was a couple secrets I held inside\nJust know that I try to always apologize\nBut I'ma have you first, always in my heart to keep you satisfied\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nGot every right to wanna leave\nGot every right to wanna go\nGot every right to hit the road\nAnd never talk to me no mo'\nYou don't even have to call\nEven check for me at all\n'Cause the way I've been actin' lately has been off the wall\nEspecially towards you, puttin' girls before you\nAnd they watchin' everything I been doin' just to hurt you\nMost of it just ain't true and they won't show you\nHow much of a queen you are to me and why I love you, baby\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n\n[Bridge]\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\n'Cause I got you, babe\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause I got you, babe\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n\n[Outro]\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\n'Cause I got you, babe\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh34Embed", 'default'

Cursive___The_Great_Decay

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"The Great Decay LyricsThis is the bed that I have made\nThis is the grave where I will lay\nThese are the hands where I will bury my face\n\nI don't believe in wasting time\nSearching for truth you never find\nNobody moves we live in the great decay\n\nAll these ghost towns share a name\nAnywhere, U.S.A\nAll these strangers look the same\nDay after day after day\nThis great decay, the great decay\nFrom birth to the grave\n\nAnd I've seen what it can do\nAnd I'm afraid its got me to\n'Cause I can feel it suck me in\n'Cause I can feel I'm losing grip\n\nDay after day it's static life\nWeek after week is sacrificed\nMonth after month you meditate\nAll of the years that waste away\n\nThis is the life that I embrace\nThis is the world that I create\nFalling into the great decay\nGive in, give in\nGive up\n\nAll these verses share a theme\nWe don't amount to anything\nIts the day after bloodsucking day\nThis great decay, this great decay\nThis great decay\nOne two three four\nDecay, great decay\nThis great decay\nThis great decay\nThis great decay\nAsleep in your graveYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Current_93___A_Gothic_Love_Song_For_N

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"A Gothic Love Song For N. LyricsI'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight\nThat actually existed just in your head\nYour fingernails painted black\nOr bloodred\nI forget\n\nAnd your fake-leather volumes\nJabbering on hell\nManifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail\nYour eyes tried so hard to glitter\nA star-snuffing black\nSo you opened your books\nAnd you opened your legs\nAnd so opened your heart\nAnd let in the badness\nYou claimed\nAs your friend\nWith un-angels hovering\nLike flies round the orchard\nThat had covered your soul\nTheir empire increasing\nAnd your country\nDeserted by yourself\n\nThe bells of St. Mary call us to remember\nThat life is with end\nAnd the gestures can kill us\nMoreover destroy\nAnd there is one jugdement only\n\nYour letters came daily\nIn French or in German\nBut they meant to me nothing\nI caught the slow cords\nAnd dry ice fogging your mind\nI see all too clearly now\nWhy you could be discarded\nAnd though I could pray for you\nI probably shan't\nHaving had my cup filled up\nWith your lies\nAnd your makeup\nYou were nothing\nThinking you're something\nYou might also likeAnd nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong\nA sign to myself\nAnd the memory of my past\nI still write this gothic lovesong\nA sign to myself\nAnd the memory of my past\nAnd a way to shut out your faceEmbed", 'default'

Current_93___Oh_Coal_Black_Smith

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'Oh Coal Black Smith LyricsOh she looked out of the window\nAs white as any milk\nBut he looked in the window\nAs black as any silk\n"Hello hello hello hello\nHello you coal black smith\nOh what is your silly song?\nYou shall never change my maiden name\nThat I have kept so long\nI\'d rather die a maid, yes"\nBut then she said\n"And be buried in my grave, yes"\nAnd then she said\n"That I\'d have such a nasty\nHusky, dusky, musty, fusty\nCoal black smith\nA maiden will I die"\nThen she became a duck\nA duck all on the stream\nAnd he became a water dog\nAnd fetched her back again\nThen she became a hare\nA hare all on the plain\nAnd he became a greyhound dog\nAnd fetched her back again\nThen she became a fly\nA fly all in the air\nAnd he became a spider\nAnd fetched her to his lair\nAnd she became a corpse\nA corpse all In the ground\nAnd he became the cold grey clay\nAnd smothered her all aroundYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'

Ella_Fitzgerald___Angel_Eyes

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"Angel Eyes LyricsI try to think that love's not around\nBut it's uncomfortably near\nMy ol' heart ain't gaining no ground\nBecause my angel eyes ain't here\n\nAngel eyes, that old Devil sent\nThey glow unbearably bright\nNeed I say that my love's misspent\nMisspent with angel eyes tonight\n\nSo drink up all you people\nOrder anything you see\nHave fun you happy people\nThe laugh's and the joke's on me\nPardon me but I got to run\nThe facts uncommonly clear\nGot to find who's now number one\nAnd why my angel eyes\nOh, where is my angel eyes?\n\n'Scuse me while I disappear\nAngel eyesYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Cat_Power___Mr_Gallo

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"Mr. Gallo LyricsOh, Mr. Gallo, what a good friend\nYou have always been to me\nOh, Mr. Gallo, what a good friend\nYour close lover has\n\nOh, Chan, what a woman you've become\nCannot say I never thought you could look me in the eyes\nOh, and what a lover you've become\nCan I say I always thought you were a liar?\n\nOh, you say, what a laugh you have\nCannot say I never thought I ever had anything funny\nOh, and what a charmer you've become, Mr. Gallo\nWe'll both go to hellYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Fatboy_Slim___Praise_You

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"Praise You Lyrics[Chorus]\nWe've come a long, long way together\nThrough the hard times and the good\nI have to celebrate you, baby\nI have to praise you like I should\n\n[Chorus]\nWe've come a long, long way together\nThrough the hard times and the good\nI have to celebrate you, baby\nI have to praise you like I should\n[Chorus]\nWe've come a long, long way together\nThrough the hard times and the good\nI have to celebrate you, baby\nI have to praise you like I should\n\n[Hook]\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you like I should\n\n[Hook]\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you like I should\n\n[Hook]\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you\nI have to praise you like I shouldSee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44You might also like6Embed", 'default'

Boyz_II_Men___I_Cant_Make_You_Love_Me

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"I Can’t Make You Love Me Lyrics[Intro]\nI can't make you love me\n\n[Verse 1]\nTurn down the lights, turn down the bed\nTurn down these voices inside my head\nLay down with me and tell me no lies\nJust hold me close and don't patronize\nDon't patronize me\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\nYou can't make your heart feel something that it won't\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won't, no, you won't\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\n[Verse 2]\nI'll close my eyes then I won't see\nThe love you don't feel when you're holding me\nMorning will come and I'll do what's right\nJust give me 'til then to give up this fight\nAnd I will give up this fight\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\nYou can't make your heart feel something it won't\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won't, no, you won't\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\n\n[Bridge]\nJust let me hold you baby one more time\nAnd maybe tonight I can change your mind\nAnd make you love me like you did before\nLeave a feeling in your heart you can't ignore\nI feel that baby we can make this right\nIf you just give me one more night\nI think that we're worth it and I feel we deserve it\nIf you feel that we don't have a chance\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\nYou can't make your heart feel something that it won't\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won't, no, you won't\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don'tSee Boyz II Men LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Darker_My_Love___whats_a_mans_paris

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"What’s A Mans Paris LyricsSpiral Head again\nRaised on the mountain\nSun is coming\nCelebrate my life again, and it's wrong\n\nSpend the seasons that you save, walking in and out of rain\nMoments come and moments go\nMoments not at all\n\nSpiral Head again\nThe weight of the sinking man\nSun is coming\nCelebrate my life again, and it's wrongYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Ben_E_King___Stand_by_Me

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"Stand by Me Lyrics[Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen the night has come\nAnd the land is dark\nAnd the moon is the only light we'll see\nNo, I won't be afraid\nOh, I won't be afraid\nJust as long as you stand, stand by me\n\n[Chorus]\nSo darlin', darlin', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nOh, stand\nStand by me, stand by me\n[Verse 2]\nIf the sky that we look upon\nShould tumble and fall\nOr the mountains should crumble to the sea\nI won't cry, I won't cry\nNo, I won't shed a tear\nJust as long as you stand, stand by me\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd darlin', darlin', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nWhoa, stand now\nStand by me, stand by me\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nDarlin', darlin', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nOh, stand now\nStand by me, stand by me\n\nWhenever you're in trouble, won't you stand by me?\nOh, stand by me\nWhoa, just stand now\nOh, stand, stand by meYou might also like88Embed", 'default'

Black_Label_Society___Spoke_In_The_Wheel

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"Spoke in the Wheel LyricsLord, I question whether I've had my fill\nLord, I question whether I can take much more\nYou may laugh as I lay here bleeding baby, yeah\nNo more afters or befores\n\nSome day you'll know just how I feel\nYou left me there twice before\nSome day you'll know just how it feels\nShattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride\nLike you were never nothing special\nMade you feel like another spoke in the wheel\nSo you say I'm just another dollar baby\nSo you say I'm just another day, yeah\nOnce my blood was strong but now it's jaded and it's thin\nUnlike you I can still tell right from wrong\n\nSome day you'll know just how it feels\nWhile you left me there twice before\nSome day you'll know just how it feels\nShattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride\nLike you were never nothing special\nMade you feel like another spoke in the wheelSee Black Label Society LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also like1Embed", 'default'

Camera_Obscura___Super_Trouper

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"Super Trouper Lyrics[Verse 1]\nOh, I was sick and tired of everything\nWhen you called me last night from Glasgow\nAll I do is eat and sleep and sing\nWishing every show was the last show\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo I imagined I was glad to hear you're coming\nSuddenly, I feel alright\nAnd it's gonna be so different\nWhen I'm on the stage tonight\n[Chorus]\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue\nLike I always do\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there's you\n\n[Verse 2]\nFacing twenty thousand of your friends\nHow can anyone be so lonely?\nPart of a success, I never ends\nStill, I'm thinking about you only\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere are moments when I think I'm going crazy\nBut it's gonna be alright\nAnd everything will be so different\nWhen I'm on the stage tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nSuper Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun\nSmiling, having fun\nFeeling like a number one\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue\nLike I always do\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there's you\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nSo I'll be there when you arrive\nThe sight of you will prove to me I'm still alive\nAnd when you take me in your arms and hold me tight\nI know it's gonna mean so much tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nSuper Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun\nSmiling, having fun\nFeeling like a number one\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue\nLike I always do\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there's youEmbed", 'default'

Blind_Willie_McTell___Southern_Can_Is_Mine

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"Southern Can Is Mine LyricsNow looka here mama let me tell you this\nIf you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist\nYou might read from Revelations back to Genesee\nBut if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me\nAin't no need you bringin no jive to me\nCause your southern can is mine\nMight go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail\nSome hotshot got money come and throw my bail\nSoon as I get out, hit the ground\nYour southern can worth two dollar, half a pound\nAin't no need of bringing no stuff to me\nCause your southern can is mine\nYou might take it from the south you might carry it up north\nBut understand you can't rule or either be my boss\nTake it from the east, hide it in the west\nWhen I get it mama, your can won't see no rest\nAin't no need of bringing no stuff to me\nCause your southern can is mine\nin the morning\nYour southern can belongs to me\ni'm not dreamin\nYour southern can belongs to me\nAh ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin\nEvery time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands\nGive you a punch through that barb-wire fence\nEvery time I hit you you'll say I've got no sense\nAin't no need of bringing no stuff to me\nCause your southern can is mine\nevery bit of it\nSouthern can belongs to me\nGet me a brick out of my backyard\nGive you the devil if you act kinda hard\nAin't no need of bringing no jive here honey\nCause your southern can is mine\nyou hear me cryin\nSouthern can belongs to me\nSpank it a little bit, boy\nguitar run\n\nAh, your southern can is mine\nNow if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town\nTake me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down\nAin't no need you bringin no stuff to me\nBecause your southern can belongs to me\nI'm talkin to ya\nYour southern can belongs to me\nYou may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard bound\nI'll make your can moan like a hound\nAin't no need you bringin no stuff to me\nBecause your southern can is mine\nyou hear me talkin\nSouthern can belongs to me\n\nGuitar run\n\nOh spank it like that\nThe way Ruthie Mae like it\n\nCause your southern can is mine\nSit there unsteady with your eyes all red\nWhat I said get your grandma dead\nAin't no need of bringing no jive to me\nCause your southern can is mine\nYou got to stop your barkin and raising the deuce\nI'll grab you mama and turn every way but loose\nAin't no need of bringing no jive here honey\nCause your southern can belongs to me\nevery bit of it\nSouthern can belongs to me\nYou might also likeGuitar run.\n\nAww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing\n\nAin't no need of bringing no jive here honey\nCause your southern can is mine\nyou hear me talkin\nYour southern can belongs to me\nMight twiddle like a tadpole\nLet it jump like a frog\nEvery time I hit it you'll holler\nGod oh God\nAin't no need of bringing no jive here honey\nCause your southern can is mine\nyou hear me talkin\nSouthern can belongs to me\nNow play it a little bit, just whup it\nAww shucks. Play that thing boy\nSouthern can belo-ongs to meEmbed", 'default'

Brandy___Sunny_Day

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"Sunny Day Lyrics[Chorus]\nWhat's a sunny day Ooh\nWithout you?\nJust another twenty-four Ooh yeah\nThat passes by\nWhat's a sunny day What's a sunny day\nWithout you? Without you\nJust another twenty-four\nThat passes by\n\n[Verse 1]\nAs I sit upon\nThe grass in the shade\nI reminisce on what we had\nThe romance that we shared\nStrollin' through the park\nTwo people in love\nWalking hand-in-hand\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut now But now\nThat you're gone That you're gone\nI feel I feel\nSo alone Feel so alone\nAll I do is think of you\nTill the day you return\nIt doesn't mean a thing, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat's a sunny day\nWithout you? Without you\nJust another twenty-four\nThat passes by Sunny day\nWhat's a sunny day What's a sunny day\nWithout you? Without you\nJust another twenty-four Ooh yeah\nThat passes by\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's funny how\nYou learn from your mistakes\nSometimes we take things for granted\nBut now that I\nHave a chance to make it right\nI wanna give you\nI wanna give you all my love, ooh-ooh ooh\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nBut now But now\nThat you're gone That you're gone\nI feel I feel\nSo alone Feel so alone\nAll I do is think of you\nTill the day you return\nIt doesn't mean a thing, oh yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat's a sunny day\nWithout you? Without you\nJust another twenty-four Hey-ey\nThat passes by It just passes me by\nWhat's a sunny day\nWithout you? Whoa-oh\nJust another twenty-four Oh yeah\nThat passes by\nWhat's a sunny day Sunny day\nWithout you? Without you\nJust another twenty-four Ooh yeah\nThat passes by Ooh yeah-yeah yeah\nWhat's a sunny day Oh oh-whoa, oh-whoa\nWithout you? Oh-oh yeah\nJust another twenty-four\nThat passes by Ooh yeah, oh yeah\n[Break]\nWhat's a sunny day? Ooh, ooh-ay, yeah, yeah\nWhat's a sunny day Oh yeah\nThat passes by? Here we go\nWhat's a sunny day? Sunny day, without you\nWhat's a sunny day Sunny day\nThat passes by? Without you\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat's a sunny day Sunny day\nWithout you? Without you\nJust another twenty-four\nThat passes by\nWhat's a sunny day Sunny day\nWithout you? Without you, yeah\nJust another twenty-four\nThat passes by Ooh-oh\nWhat's a sunny day\nWithout you? Oh-whoa, yeah\nJust another twenty-four Yeah, oh-yeah\nThat passes by\nWhat's a sunny day Sunny day\nWithout you? Without you, oh\nJust another twenty-four\nThat passes by Passes me by\n\n[Break]\nWhat's a sunny day? Ooh yeah, sunny day\nWhat's a sunny day\nThat passes by? Sunny day\nWhat's a sunny day? Hey-hey, oh yeah\nWhat's a sunny day\nThat passes by? Oh oh oh oh, oh oh yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat's a sunny day\nWithout you?\nJust another twenty-four Yeah-yeah\nThat passes by Passes me by\nWhat's a sunny day Oh yeah\nWithout you? I love you\nJust another twenty-four Oh-oh\nThat passes by1Embed", 'default'

Decoded_Feedback___Phoenix

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'Phoenix LyricsHere I am again\nFlying free and powerful\nEternal and legendary\nEternal I am\n\nBurning with passion and life\nI am reborn\nHow long before I collapse in ashes\nHow long, How long\n\nHere I am again\nFlying free and powerful\nEternal and legendary\nEternal I am\nBurning with passion and life\nI am reborn\nHow long before I collapse in ashes\nHow long, How long\n\nAnother cycle of\nCreation and destruction\nHow long before I collapse in ashes\nHow long, how long\n\nBurning with passion and life\nI am reborn\nHow long before I collapse in ashes\nHow long, How longYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'

Avantasia___The_Story_Aint_Over

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"The Story Ain’t Over LyricsRousing from dreams, craving for someone\nWept himself to sleep\nHe's waiting for a sign from above\nWhere is the love\n\nThe hourglass in pieces, dashed to the wall\nThe future is over\nTomorrow's been slipping away\nAnd nothing remains\n\nHe'd know it won't last forever\nShe'd go ahead for a while\nWhen you open your eyes\nWhen you gaze at the sky\nWhen you look to the stars\nAs they shut down the night\nYou know the story ain't over\n\nWhen you open your eyes\nWhen you gaze at the sky\nWhen you look to the stars\nAs they shut down the night\nYou feel the story ain't over\n\nWhere is the candle in this lonesome night?\nAngel why are you so wayward\nAbandoning me, try my belief\n\nWhere life is not words\nAnd tongue is not answers\nAnd we only can't see a reason\nWhy would it mean\nThat it's not meant to be\n\nHe'd know it won't last forever\nShe'd go ahead for a while\n\nWhen you open your eyes\nWhen you gaze at the sky\nWhen you look to the stars\nAs they shut down the night\nYou know the story ain't over\nYou might also likeWhen you open your eyes\nWhen you gaze at the sky\nWhen you look to the stars\nAs they shut down the night\nYou feel the story ain't overEmbed", 'default'

Blur___Battle

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"Battle Lyrics[Chorus]\nBattle, battle, battle, battle, battle\nBattle someone, ooh\nBattle, battle, battle, ooh\nBattle someone, ooh\n\n[Verse 1]\nCompletion search\nHere, I love the bow\nSee me walk on down to\nAdorn myself, it's a new song glory\n'Cause see me, what do you think of now?\n[Chorus]\nBattle, battle, battle, battle, battle\nBattle someone, ooh\nBattle, battle, battle, ooh\nBattle someone, ooh\n\n[Verse 2]\nCan turn your sights\nKill until sub-zero\nSee me, oh it turns you on\nAll my gawe\nIt's the end of yours\nSee me, take your last one now\n\n[Chorus]\nBattle, battle, battle, battle, battle\nBattle someone, ooh\nBattle, battle, battle, ooh\nBattle someone, ooh\n\n[Instrumental]\nOoh, ooh..\nOoh, ooh..\nOoh\nBattle, battle, battle, battle, battle\nBattle someone, ooh\nBattle, battle, battle, ooh\nBattle someone, ooh\nBattle, battle, battle, battle, battle\nBattle someone, ooh\nBattle, battle, battle, ooh\nBattle someone, ooh\nYou might also like[Outro]\nKeep sounds\nKeep love about\nSee me overcome7Embed", 'default'

Kaiser_Chiefs___Tomato_In_The_Rain

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"Tomato in the Rain LyricsLike a tomato in the rain\nI've got that feeling again\nLike a grey hound in a race\nI've got a rabbit to chase\n\nRoland and me\nKnow what's going down\nWe got the remedy\nFor what's going around\n\nLike a beetle on its back\nI've got to get back on track\nOr a police man on the take\nWeighted down in a lake\nIf the wheel comes off your cart\nHammer in a nail or two\nBefore it falls apart\nKeep adding more nails and glue\n\nYes I do!\nI know about you\nShall I come home?\n\nYes I do!\nI know about you\nShall I come home?\n\nI've got that feeling again\nI've got that feeling again\n\nRoland rat and me\nKnow what's going down\nWe got our memories\nIt all comes back around\n\nYes I do!\nI know about you\nShall I come home?\n\nYes I do!\nI know about you\nShall I come home?\nYou might also likeHome...\nHome...\nHomeEmbed", 'default'

Crowded_House___Better_Be_Home_Soon

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"Better Be Home Soon LyricsSomewhere deep inside\nSomething's got a hold on you\nAnd it's pushing me aside\nSee it stretch on forever\n\nAnd I know I'm right\nFor the first time in my life\nThat's why I tell you\nYou'd better be home soon\n\nStripping back the coats\nOf lies and deceiption\nBack to nothingness\nLike a week in the desert\nAnd I know I'm right\nFor the first time in my life\nThat's why I tell you\nYou'd better be home soon\n\nSo don't say no, don't say nothing's wrong\nCos when you get back home maybe I'll be gone\n\nWhen the nights go down\nWhen you've had your fill\nWhen there's nothing left\n\nIt would cause me pain\nIf we were to end it\nBut I could start again\nYou can depend on it\n\nI know I'm right\nFor the first time in my life\nThat's why I tell you\nYou'd better be home soon\nThat's why I tell you\nYou'd better be home soonSee Crowded House LiveGet tickets as low as $30You might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Alien_Sex_Fiend___Dead_And_Buried

sad

"Dead and Buried LyricsAaah! AAAH!\nAaah! AAAH!\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\n\nWhat was created, went on before\nBurn your art out like some cheap old whore\nYou're all old and boring now\nAll the milk's been taken from the cow\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nSwitched my sulph to ajax\nAin't high but I'm clean\nNever eat anything with a face on it\nKnow what I mean?\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nDead\n\nAsthma attack in a purple haze\nYour cards are numbered and so are my days\nThe living ain't easy, the living ain't clean\nMakes me hot, makes me naked\nMakes me feel just plain obscene\nKnow what I mean?\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nDead\n\nAaah! AAAH!\nAaah! AAAH!\nAAAAAAAH!\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nYou might also likeLiving ain't clean, living ain't easy\nMakes me feel just plain obscene\nKnow what I mean?\n\nDead dead dead!\n\nSwitched my sulph to ajax\nAin't high but I'm clean\nNever eat anything with a face on it\nKnow what I mean?\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\n\nAaah AAAH!\nAaah AAAH!\n\nAsthma attack in a purple haze\nThe cards are numbered and so are your dayzzzzz\nLiving ain't easy, living ain't clean\nMakes me feel plain obscene\nKnow what I mean?\n\nD-D-D-Dead - and buried\nD-D-D-Dead - and buried\nNow we're all onboard the mystery train\nDon't know where we're going\nAnd if we did\nIt's all the same\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead AAAH!\nAaah AAAH!\nMmmm......Embed", 'default'

John_Mayer_Trio___Gravity

sad

"Gravity Live Lyrics[Chorus]\nGravity is working against me\nAnd gravity wants to bring me down\n\n[Verse 1]\nOh, I'll never know\nWhat makes this man, with all the love that his heart can stand\nDream of ways to throw it all away\n\n[Chorus]\nWoah, woah\nGravity is working against me\nAnd gravity wants to bring me down\n[Bridge]\nOh, twice as much ain't twice as good\nAnd can't sustain like one half could\nIt's wanting more that's gonna send me to my knees\nOh, twice as much ain't twice as good\nAnd can't sustain like one half could\nIt's wanting more that's gonna send me to my knees\n\n[Chorus]\nWoah, woah\nGravity, stay the hell away from me\nWoah, woah\nGravity has taken better men than me\nNow, how can that be?\n\n[Outro]\nJust keep me where the light is\nJust keep me where the light is\nJust keep me where the light is\nCome on, keep me where the light is\nCome on, keep me where the light is\nCome on, keep me where, now, keep me where the light isYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Bobby_Vinton___My_Love_Roses_Are_Red_My_Love

happy

'Roses Are Red My Love Lyrics[Intro]\nRoses are red, my love\nDu-du-du-du\n\n[Verse 1]\nA long, long time ago\nOn graduation day\nYou handed me your book\nI signed this way\n\n[Chorus]\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you\n[Verse 2]\nWe dated through high school\nAnd when the big day came\nI wrote into your book\nNext to my name\n\n[Chorus]\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you\n\n[Verse 3]\nThen I went far away\nAnd you found someone new\nI read your letter dear\nAnd I wrote back to you\n\n[Refrain]\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nGood luck may God bless you\n\n[Verse 4]\nIs that your little girl?\nShe looks a lot like you\nSomeday some boy will write\nIn her book, too\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you1Embed', 'default'

Johnossi___Family_Values

calm

"Family Values LyricsI had a sister named Emma\nMissisippi is a river that floats in the states\nJust like the memory and the wisdom of the water\nOur souls were connected in so many ways\nEven though we haven't talked in a while\nI'm still waiting for the day to come when you will arrive\nI'm sorry if I ruined happy times we've been through\nBut know I wonder, if I can spend my days without you and\n\nI had a mother, and her name was Carolina\nCarolina is a state in the states\nI think there's fifty but there's only one mother\nAnd she won't even look in my face\nYou know I'd give it all to be loved by you again\nBut everything's my fault so I carry the blame\nBut now I'm growing, I get older while the days pass by\nSoon I'll be dying thinking you won't even look me in the eyes\nAnd it's sad\nSo sad\nFamily values\nThat we had, it's just a memory\nIn your mind, we've gone bad\nThere's no love\n\nI hade a father named Mr Engelbert\nEngelbert Humperdinck sings really good\nI haven't heard him but I hear my fathers voice\nIt's in the dreams where things are like they should\nI miss your love wich came naturally\nSometimes I cry, when I think about how things used to be\nWell at least come and visit me for only one time\nDaddy I love you but I know you won't pay me no mind\n\nAnd it's sad\nSo sad\nFamily values\nThat we had\nI'ts just a memory in your mind\nWe've gonge bad\nThere's no love\nNo noYou might also likeEmbed", 'default'

Basshunter___All_I_Ever_Wanted

happy

"All I Ever Wanted Lyrics[Intro]\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\n\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\n[Bassline]\nDrop... the... bass!\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm so alone here on my own\nAnd I'm waiting for you to come\nI want to be a part of you\nThink of all the things we could do\nAnd every day you're in my head\nI want to have you in my bed\nYou are the one, you're in my eyes\nAll I ever wanted in my life\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\n\nAre you ready?!\nYou might also like[Chorus 2]\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\nAll I ever wanted5Embed", 'default'