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I have a story, a bitter anthem for everyone to hear,
about this kid who just don't like me and that's a solid fact. They say he's hunting me and as you see I'm all swelled up with fear cuz I can't get him off my back. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You tried to fight me down at Tyler's beach and man I think that's great. You nearly cried and said to yell at you like I do at all the girls. Then you drove home real quick, did you make it in time to masturbate? There's one too many of you in this world. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You say its chivalry, well its jealousy that led us to this song. Won't play it often just at least until you're gone. You'll stop at nothing but the real thing and everything up to that's pretend. You tried to brainwash all my friends. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. Fuck you Jordan, fuck you Jordan, You make me sick, you make me sick High school's over, high school's over I don't care if you dye your hair, You'll always be a little redhead bitch |
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Punk Rock Princess
by Something Corporate Maybe when the room is empty Maybe when the bottle's 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 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 no 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 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 If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could 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 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 If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine 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 |
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| 5. |
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Climbing out of the sky a man who could fly
And a painting anyone could play It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust Staring out of the stands at a rock n' roll band And a hero no one else could save It was never much but it's all that you gave And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode? Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? I'm amazed, than I let go Little minds let little games burn big old dreams with little flames And you don't think I understand Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling If they do, it's because you want to land Climbing out of his chair to fix the T.V. glare is a man But no one knows he's there It's a Dramamine dream that kept them alive but lost She's got her plastic friends and a brand new Benz and she laughs Hell, sometimes life ain't fair It's a comic book crush that got them nowhere And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode? Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? I'm amazed, than I let go Little minds let little games burn big old dreams with little flames And you don't think I understand Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling If they do, it's because you want to land These elevator doors are closing again you leave before I planned I taste you walking down the hall You left your perfume on the nightstand |
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Your grand dad left home for the circus. He was young just like me,
with hope to explore. He married a girl in Virginia. She could swing the trapeze; they could sleep on the floor. Your mother was born in December, on the one sunny day that winter gave up. She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies, when she stared at the world. So why do you leave these stories unfinished, my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes? Why do you look when you've already found it? What did you find that could leave you walking by? She was raised in a New England village. Then she moved to LA with her firefly stare, and you loved sunset strip when it sparkled, you grew up and you sparkled but why don't you care? So why do you leave these stories unfinished, my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes? Why do you look when you've already found me? What did you find that could leave you walking by? And these nights I get high just from breathing. When I lie here with you I'm sure that I'm real, like that firework over the freeway. I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel. So why do you leave these questions unanswered? The circus awaits and you're already gone. My Cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile, what makes it so easy for you to be walking by? And what did I do that you can't seem to want me? Why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes? Where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me? What makes it so easy for you to be walking by? |
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