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I am a one way motorway
I'm the one that drives away then follows you back home I am a street light shining I'm a wild light blinding bright burning off alone it's times like these you learn to live again it's times like these you give and give again it's times like these you learn to love again it's times like these time and time again I am a new day rising I'm a brand new sky to hang the stars upon tonight I am a little divided do I stay or run away and leave it all behind? it's times like these you learn to live again it's times like these you give and give again it's times like these you learn to love again it's times like these time and time again |
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Yeah!...here we go.
It's a new day, but it all feels old It's a good life, that's what I'm told But everything, it all just feels the same At my high school, it felt more to me like a jail cell, a penitentiary My time spent there it only made me see That I don't ever wanna be like you I don't wanna do the things you do I'm never gonna hear the words you say and I don't ever wanna. I don't ever wanna be.you. don't wanna be just like you What I'm saying is this is the anthem throw all your hands up you.don't wanna be you Go to college, a university, get a real job That's what they said to me But I could never live the way they want I'm gonna get by and just do my time Out of step while they all get in line I'm just a minor threat, so pay no mind Do you really want to be like them, Do you really wanna be another trend, Do you wanna be part of that crowd cause I don't ever wanna. I don't ever want to be you. don't wanna be just like you what I'm saying is.this is the anthem throw all your hands up. you. don't wanna be you. (Shake it once, that's fine, shake it twice that's okay. shake it 3 times your playing with yourself again.) you. don't wanna be just like you, what I'm saying is..this is the anthem throw all your hands up y'll got the feeling, sing if you're with me you.don't wanna be just like you (just like you) This is the anthem, throw all your hands up y'll got the feeling, sing if your with me Another loser anthem (whoa) x4 |
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| 2:33 | 
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| 3:19 |
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| 3:54 |
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| 6. |
| 3:36 |
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Everytime you go away
It actually kinda makes my day Everytime you leave you slam the door You pick your words so carefully You hate to think you're hurting me You leave me laughing on the floor, cause I don't give it up I don't give a damn What you say about that You know I don't give it up I don't give a damn What you say about that You know I'm not gonna cry About some stupid guy A guy who thinks he's all that I thought we were just hanging out So why'd you kiss me on the mouth You thought the way you'd taste would get me high You went to all your friends to brag Guys are always such a drag Don't you know the reason that I kissed you Was to say goodbye, cause I don't give it up I don't give a damn What you say about that You know I don't give it up I don't give a damn What you say about that You know I'm not gonna cry About some stupid guy A guy who thinks he's all that Hanging out, hanging out I am simply hanging, hanging out I am simply hanging So why'd you kiss me on the mouth Don't you know that I... I don't give a damn about you I won't give it up, not for you I don't give a damn about you I won't give it up, not for you I'm not gonna cry About some stupid guy A guy who thinks he's all that I don't give it up I don't give a damn What you say about that You know I don't give it up I don't give a damn What you say about that I don't give it up I don't give a damn What you say about that You know I don't give it up I don't give a damn What you say about that...( out) |
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| 3:03 |
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| 8. |
| 3:22 |
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| 9. |
| 4:03 |
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Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky You my electrical lip balm flava I gotta do ya until the next song saves ya And can I get a little zip zip lookie lookie Can I get a little uh uh nookie nookie Hey whatcha say, it doesn?t matter anyway You won?t do another ?cause you?re getting with me She got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie And did I mention, hey pay attention Gonna take that bootie to the nudie dimension I got the green glow under my car I got the boom boom system you can hear real far [ ] Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty shy whoap Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty fly whoap What do I have to say to get inside girl what do I have to say Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty Just a little sumthin sumthin itty bitty Do you wanna get triple x groovie Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky Let me get you butt naked licky licky Here we go yo here?s the scenario Gonna strip you down like a car in the barrio Ya got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie I?m your lovey dovey bedtime playa Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer I got the green glow under my car I got the boom boom system you can hear real far [ ] I got the fever for the flava of a cootchie Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie Whoap Whoap Go! Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky You wanna suck it like a bong hit wacky You gotta be my First Lady Jackie She got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Let?s party hardy and rock n?roll We drink Bacardi and smoke a bowl I got the green glow under my car I got the boom boom system you can hear real far [ ] I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie Whoap Whoap Go! |
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| 2:57 |
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Don't make me listen to this stupid broken record again
The needle's skipping and reteating never reaching the end You know your bitching and complaining like you've got it so tough We're sick of all your crying will you ever shut up? So keep bleeding your fake blood Til no one even see's it If thats the best you can make up At least act like you mean it Give up the grudge Shut your fucking mouth why you gota judge everybody but yourself Take a look around you there ain't nobody home I may be a loser but at least Im not alone Your mercedes won't start Yea thats a crying shame I guess 90k a year buys nothing but complaints The people in the neighborhood Think that Im a threat While their boss gets richer they get deeper in debt So keep bleeding your fake blood Til no one even see's it If thats the best you can make up At least act like you mean it Give up the grudge Shut your fucking mouth Why you gota judge everybody but yourself Take a look around you there ain't nobody home I may be a loser but at least Im not alone Give up the grudge Shut your fucking mouth Why you gota judge everybody but yourself Take a look around you there ain't nobody home I may be a loser but at least Im not alone ( ) |
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| 11. |
| 2:21 |
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I'm bouncing off the walls again
I'm looking like a fool again I threw away my reputation One more song for the radio station I'm bouncing off the walls again I'm looking like a fool again Waking up on the bathroom floor Pull myself back together just to fall once more And my heart's still beating out of my chest And this town is still making me sick And every penny from my last paycheck I've blown on you I'm bouncing off the walls again I'm looking like a fool again So go ahead and take a picture And hang it up so you can tear me down I don't care Cause I'm still here And I've got nothing left to lose With all the years I wasted on you Mommy and Daddy got the best cocaine Ritalin's never gonna feel the same Twenty-four hours on an empty brain I got my finger on the trigger and you're in my way I'm bouncing off the walls again I'm looking like a fool again I threw away my reputation One more song for the radio station I'm bouncing off the walls again I'm looking like a fool again I'm bouncing off the walls again I'm looking like a fool again I'm bouncing off the walls again |
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| 12. |
| 3:12 |
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| 13. |
| 3:22 |
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You can not run
You can not hide Everything they tell you is messing up your mind They don't give up and I don't give in Boys are made for pleasure and girls are made for sin Excuses all around They try to get you down Singing: come on baby, show them Go in and meet the boys Get down and see the toys But I don’t wanna feel like - I don’t wanna feel like Any other girl - Any other girl You better look good You got to have height All they do is drink and talk about the fight Dizzy is cute and kissing is fine But love is just oust And the game has just begun Excuses all around They try to get you down Singing: come on baby, show it - come on baby, show it Go in and meet the boys Get down and see the toys But I don’t wanna feel like - I don’t wanna feel like Any other girl - Any other girl Come on baby, show it - come on baby, show it Go in and meet the boys Get down and see the toys But I don’t wanna feel like - I don’t wanna feel like Any other girl - Any other girl Come on baby, show it Go in and meet the boys But I don’t wanna feel like Any other girl - Any other girl Come on baby, show it - come on baby, show it Go in and meet the boys Get down and see the toys But I don’t wanna feel like - I don’t wanna feel like Any other girl - Any other girl Nananana … |
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| 4:28 |
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| 15. |
| 3:58 |
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| 4:44 |
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