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07-11-04, 03:15 PM | #1 |
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America: Do The Math
Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now You got someone to blame? You say: One love One life When it's one need In the night One love We get to share it Leaves you baby, if you Don't care for it Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's Too late Tonight To drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to Carry each other Carry each other One Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus To the lepers in your head? Did I ask too much? More than a lot You gave me nothing, Now it's all I got We're one But we're not the same Well we Hurt each other Then we do it again You say: Love is a temple Love a higher law Love is a temple Love the higher law You ask me to enter But then you make me crawl And I can't be holding on To what you got When all you got is hurt One love One blood One life You got to do what you should One life With each other Sisters Brothers One life But we're not the same We get to Carry each other Carry each other One One |
07-11-04, 09:36 PM | #2 |
even the losers
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It’s quarter to three,
There’s no one in the place ’cept you and me So set ’em’ up joe I got a little story I think you oughtta know We’re drinking my friend To the end of a brief episode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road I know the routine Put another nickel in that there machine I’m feeling so bad Won’t you make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot But you gotta to be true to your code So make it one for my baby And one more for the road You’d never know it But buddy I’m a kind of poet And I’ve got a lot of things I wanna say And if I’m gloomy, please listen to me Till it’s all, all talked away Well, that’s how it goes And joe I know you’re gettin’ anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn’t mind My bending your ear But this torch that I found It’s gotta be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road |
14-11-04, 06:23 PM | #3 |
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socialist coastal bureaucrat govm'nt urbanites for Kerry = 1
independent free thinkers that are willing to work = 1.006 I looks like the free thinkers pulled it off again. hip-hip-horray!
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15-11-04, 03:12 AM | #4 |
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goody TWO shoes
With the heartbreak open
So much you can’t hide Put on a little makeup makeup Make sure they get your good side good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token token Write it on a pound note pound note Don’t drink don’t smoke - what do you do? Don’t drink don’t smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow There must be something inside he’s hiding We don’t follow fashion That would be a joke You know we’re going to set them set them So everyone can take note take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs eyeballs Pretending that you’re al green al green No one’s gonna tell me What’s wrong or what’s right Or tell me who to eat with sleep with Or that I’ve won the big fight big fight Look out or they’ll tell you You’re a superstar Two weeks and you’re an all time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token token Write it on a pound note pound note Don’t drink don’t smoke - what do you do? Don’t drink don’t smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow Must be something inside. |
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