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Something Corporate ~ Punk Rock Princess Maybe when the room is empty Maybe when the bottles full Maybe when the door gets broke down Love can break in Maybe when I'm done with thinking Maybe you can think me whole Maybe when I'm done with endings This can begin... Chorus If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something Maybe when your hair gets darker Maybe when your eyes get wide Maybe when the walls are smaller There will be more space Maybe when I'm not so tired Maybe you could step inside Maybe when I look for things that I can't replace If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I would be your heroine I never thought you'd last I never dreamed you would You watch your life go past You wonder if you should If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I would be your heroine You know you only burn my bridges You know you just can't let it sink in You could be my heroine |
Violent Delight ~ Shattered Did you ever care about what I said Did it ever matter But then, you think about it again And it changes in the end Did you ever here what I said Does it even matter And if we were all the same Would your dreams be shattered It seems to me Your what you see When you look inside me All those words So full of pride Will always hit you in the end Did you ever here what I said Does it even matter And if we were all the same Would your dreams be shattered If you ever heard Anything but you You learn to feel You'd see the truth But you always hide So far away That in the end your lies become your truths Did you ever here what I said Does it even matter And if we were all the same Would your dreams be shattered |
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Muse ~ New Born Green Day ~ Basket Case |
Linkin Park ~ With You I woke up in a dream today To the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor Forgot all about yesterday Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore A little taste of hypocrisy And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react Even though you're so close to me You're still so distant And I can't bring you back It's true the way I feel Was promised by your face The sound of your voice Painted on my memories Even if you're not with me I'm with you You, now I see, keeping everything inside with you You, Now I see, Even when I close my eyes I hit you and you hit me back We fall to the floor the rest of the day stands still Fine line between this and that When things go wrong I pretend the past isn't real I'm trapped in this memory And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react So even though you're close to me You're still so distant And I can't bring you back It's true the way I feel Was promised by your face The sound of your voice Painted on my memories Even if you're not with me I'm with you You, now I see, keeping everything inside with you You, Now I see, Even when I close my eyes With you You, now I see, keeping everything inside with you You, Now I see, Even when I close my eyes No, no matter how far we've come I can't wait to see tomorrow No, no matter how far we've come I I can't wait to see tomorrow With you You, now I see, keeping everything inside with you You, Now I see, Even when I close my eyes With you You, now I see, keeping everything inside with you You, Now I see, Even when I close my eyes |
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Nirvana ~ In Bloom Sell the kids for food --weather changes moods Spring is here again --reproductive glands He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means And I say... yeaahh He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means And I say... yeaahh We can have some more -- nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit -- tender age in bloom |