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| from Dante's Peak (단테스 피크) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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| from Dante's Peak (단테스 피크) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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| from Dante's Peak (단테스 피크) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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| from Dante's Peak (단테스 피크) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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| from Dante's Peak (단테스 피크) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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| from Dante's Peak (단테스 피크) by John Frizzell [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
How does it feel To treat me like you do When you've laid your hands upon me And told me who you are I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how do I feel How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do Those who came before me Lived through their vocations From the past until completion They will turn away no more And I still find it so hard To say what I need to say But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today I see a ship in the harbor I can and shall obey But if it wasn't for your misfortune I'd be a heavenly person today And I thought I was mistaken And I thought I heard you speak Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how should I feel Now I stand here waiting I thought I told you to leave me While I walked down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do |
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
If I should die this very moment I wouldn't fear For I've never known completeness Like being here Wrapped in the warmth of you Loving every breath of you Still my heart this moment Or it might burst Could we stay right here Until the end of time until the earth stops turning Wanna love you 'till the seas run dry I've found the one I've waited for All this time I've loved you And never known your face All this time I've missed you And searched this human race Here is true peace Here my heart knows calm Safe in your soul Bathed in your sighs Wanna stay right here Until the end of time 'Til the earth stops turning Gonna love you until the seas run dry I've found the one I've waited for The one I've waited for All I've known All I've done All I've felt was leading to this All I've known All I've done All I've felt was leading to this Wanna stay right here 'Til' the end of time 'till the earth stops turning I'm gonna love you till the seas run dry I've found the one I've waited for The one I've waited for The one I've waited for Wanna stay right here 'Til the end of time 'till the earth stops turning I'm gonna love you till the seas run dry I've found the one I've waited for The one I've waited for The one I've waited for |
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
On the inside
Do you know what you're about When I see you I wanna free you 'Cause you're always freaking out We could be riding on the waves of the ocean, baby Flying to the beat of our hearts I wanna make you a star Hey Now Now Don't you know It's not really that complicated Hey Now Now When you come and go It's so hard for me to sleep at night Hey Now Now Listen you Think of all of the time we've wasted Hey Now Now, Hey Now Now, Hey Now Now From the outside Looking in I see your bright light Yeah believe me when I say Everything will be alright Gonna stay right here when your sun don't shine While your head's still up in the clouds For crying out loud Hey Now Now Don't you know It's not really that complicated Hey Now Now When you come and go It's so hard for me to sleep at night Hey Now Now Listen you Think of all of the time we've wasted Don't ask how But dreams come true And we'll find a way to make it right And if you think that innocence is dead I'll say it's all inside your head I've got to tell you how I feel And you know we're gonna make it for real Meet me halfway We can't help but come together I'll make you happy I'll show you what this love's about Hey Now Now Don't you know It's not really that complicated Hey Now Now When you come and go It's so hard for me to sleep at night Hey Now Now Listen you Think of all of the time we've wasted Don't ask how But dreams come true And we'll find a way to make it right |
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
Everyday I wake up to another day gone by, Nothing but the open roads and a never ending why. Anything can happen, yeah, but nothing ever does, I try to change, it's kinda strange, Same as it ever was... But look at us. And how do I deal with you, How do I deal with me, When I don't even know myself, or what it is you want from me. And how do I deal with us, How do I know what's real, When I don't even trust myself, Or what it is I feel, And how do I deal... Yeah... Every night in the dark I lie awake in bed, How am I supposed to dream, with all the static in my head. Torn in all directions and I, pray for some relief. What can I do but feel the weight I'm underneath, And grit my teeth. And how do I deal with you, How do I deal with me, When I don't even know myself, Or what it is you want from me. And how do I deal with love, (Why do i) Why do I have to choose. Everybody's tellin me, what the hell I have to do... And how do I deal with us, How do I know what's real, When I don't even trust myself, Or what it is I feel... Now how do I deal... (How do I deal) How do I deal with you, (How do i deal with me) When I don't even know myself or what it is you want from me. (How do I deal with love) How do I deal, (Why do I have to choose) When everybody's telling me what the hell I have to do... How do I deal with you, (How do i deal with you) How do I deal with me, (How do i deal with me) When I don't even know myself, or what it is you want from me. How do I deal with us, How do I know what's real, (How do i know what's real) When I don't even trust myself, Or what it is I feel, And how do I deal... Yeah... How do i... how do i... how do i deal... How do i... how do i... how do i deal with you... At night i lay in bed, with static in my head... How do i trust myself when i don't know what's real... |
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
FRANKIE GOES TO HOLLYWOOD Oh oh Wee-ell-Now! Relax don't do it When you want to go to it Relax don't do it When you want to come Relax don't do it When you want to come When you want to come Relax don't do it When you want to to go to it Relax don't do it When you want to come Relax don't do it When you want to suck it to it Relax don't do it When you want to come Come-oh oh oh But shoot it in the right direction Make making it your intention-ooh yeah Live those dreams Scheme those schemes Got to hit me Hit me Hit me with those laser beams I'm coming I'm coming-yeah Relax don't do it When you want to go to it Relax don't do it When you want to come Relax don't do it When you want to suck it to it Relax don't do it (love) When you want to come When you want to come When you want to come Come-huh Get it up The scene of love Oh feel it Relax Relax Relax Higher higher Relax Hey-Pray |
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| from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
How can I give a testimony of my life? When I'm still trying hard to hold my head up high? I'm tryin' so hard to hold my head up high. But every time I turn around, Feel as though I've let ya down, Always something else Every time I turn around, Feel as though I let you down, But I can't out run myself How can I give a testimony of my time? When its so hard to pen a simple valentine It weighs a little heavy on my mind But every time I turn around, Feel as though I've let ya down, Always something else Every time I turn around, Feel as though I let you down, But I can't out run myself Oh, you know.... If I told you once, I've told you loads before, I couldn't love you more But every time I turn around, Feel as though I've let ya down, Always something else Every time I turn around, Feel as though I let you down, But I can't out run myself |
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| from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998) | |||||
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| from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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| from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas 'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 2 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills Although I was born in jamaica Now I'm in the us makin' deals Damn it feels good to be a gangsta I mean one that you don't really know Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz Hittin' switches in my black six-fo' Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors Some got killed in the past But this gangtsa here is a smart one Started living for the lord and I'll last Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 3 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign And play the role of little miss sweet But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat 'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas And everythings quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game 'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 4 And now, a word from the president! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Gettin voted into the white house Everything lookin good to the people of the world But the mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down Like lettin' a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you republicans, that helped me win I sincerely like to thank you 'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Damn
I'm broke My feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker.) And that bitch is slippin' It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin' Sippin' on Courvoisier Goddamn, I must have the floss today Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry I'll put the pedal to the flo' In my two-tone Ford Explo-a You know how it's done Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin' Jumped on the 110 She's flyin' in the Blazer Like, "Go Speed Racer", but I ain't gonna chase her Like Racer X, but I don't flex 'Til it's time to have sex So when you wanna get togetha? 'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike I wanted to be like Ike 'cause Papa was a rollin' stone in the '60s And he liked green just like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty Pockets never skinny Played "let's get it on" in the living room And when he gets drunk better give him room 'Cause he'll turn the party out Sayin' "This is my motherfuckin' house" And y'all gots to go through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with the 4-4 Talkin' much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my P.J.'s He's in a turtleneck sweater And we down for whatever And I'm down Solid pro is down for whatever The Don Jagwar is down for whatever And it don't seem to stop Now, I don't talk a lot of shit But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go 'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Than my niggas wearin' blue or red 'Cause I got the gift to hit them hos swift And I'm smellin like a fifth of somethin' Yeah, that's right I'm standin' in the store Koreans act so nice 'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's Donut and you know what? I'm cool like dat like Digable Planets But don't take a nigga for granted 'Cause, whether it's a verdict of the L.A. Four You just don't know That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather And be down for whatever And I'm down - creep And I'm down for whatever Bumpin' in your Jeep Ice Cube - devoid of pop And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say what you gon do today, just say Hey I wanna get paid Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat) (T3) We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank Where the pursuit of the money its reali-tay Never front on a click that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street untill they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As i slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't Chorus (Jay Dee) My man You need to get back like the rebate And bid he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl And bid his ride like a Harl-ey Money make a nigga Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the shit like arcades Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays wit the money Aint about to wait so nigga stay away Chorus (Baatin) Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City foreplay Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat) When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Oak town dont stop, stop, stop Chorus(2x) |
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| from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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| from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger (By a total stranger) with the ?kanga? Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya Sting ya with one up in the chamber Let's take a trip up Holloway So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today We standin up for our own shit And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch It ain't no love in this muthafucka It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother Because we real with this shit, so we stay true And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do I've got the mind of the man in the mirror So I'm lookin at me vaguely But I can't seem to fade me I've got my pistol pon cock Ready to lay shots non-stop Until I see your monkey-ass drop And let your homies know who done it Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit you muthafuckas know who run it So when you put this muthafucka to the test You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best) I've got this killer up inside of me I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary I'm goin off on the deep end I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin I see your picture in my head and my hand shake You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me So in your own blood you'll bathe And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave And I can say this once again You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
(Canibus)
Yo 6 o'clock every morning you waking up yawning To the sound of your alarm clock alarm About an hour from now You should be at the place of employment Which is annoying cause it's so boring Your co-workers are talking too loud for you to ignore them It affects your occupational performance You wonder why your work load is so enormous Because your boss just laid off three quarters of the whole office People get depressed, they get ulcers From the stress that the corporate environment causes Regardless of how you ultimately wanna solve this Seems to me like you've got one of four choices: You could take a new job offer for more chips Stick it out a little longer or forfeit But my advice to anybody that wants to quit It'll feel much better if you say it like this: (Biz Markie) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it (Canibus) Yo, if your boss is a S-O-B Tell him to S-H-O-V-E the J-O-B Put your middle finger up slowly Put it close enough to his face so he can examine it closely Say I ain't workin here no more Who do you think you are? Rip your apron off, throw it on the floor Run to the door, to the payphone Make a toll-free call Tell your spouse what happened and where you are So they can come and get you in the car later on And help you search for a new 9 to 5 job If the unemployment line ain't that long You can take your time printin out W-9 forms Eventually, you'll get on if you try hard enough And you'll get money if you keep punchin your time card enough Maybe you hate it, maybe you love it But if you hate it all you gotta do is get mad and tell the boss to (Biz Markie) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it (Canibus) Yo, some occupations are like slave gigs The boss is favored and get placed in something spacious While the most hated get placed in some small cubicle spaces Or get thrown down in the basement, get your stapler confiscated You constantly waitin for a paycheck Twelve months passed by and you still ain't get paid yet Here's a optimistic motto If you ever late for today you could say you early for tomorrow Most 9 to 5 |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Did you come down to give me
Or take me away I had so many things to tell you But now I don't have much to say This feeling like we're hiding out Is getting in the way Let's quit the town just look around There's nothing here to keep us alive If they try to run us down You know I'm on your side And I want you to be my alibi So they won't find me And they won't find you And we may tell lies But we may be true Did you come down to take me Or give me away I had so many things to ask you Now you don't have much to say And these alchoholic afternoons Are getting in the way Let's quit the town just look around There's nothing here to keep us alive If they try to run us down You know I'm on your side And I want you to be my alibi So they won't find me And they won't find you And we may tell lies But we may be true I want to be your alibi Till the day we die |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
i learned the truth at seventeen
love was meant for beauty queens and high school girls with clear skin smiles who married young and then retired the valentines are never new the friday night charades of youth were spent on one more beautiful at seventeen i learned the truth those of us with ravaged faces lacking in the social graces desperately remained at home inventing lovers on the phone who call to say come dance with me and murmur vague obscenities it isn't all it seems at seventeen a brown eyed girl in hand me downs who's name i never could pronounce said pretty please to the ones who serve they only get what they deserve and the rich relation hometown queen she marries into what she needs with a guarantee of company and a haven for the elderly remember those who win the game lose the love they saw to gain indebentures of quality and dubious integrity the small town eyes will gape at you and act surprised when payment due exceeds accounts received at seventeen to those of us who know the pain a valentines that never came and those who's names where never called when choosing sides for basketball it was long ago and far away the world was younger than today and dreams were all they gave for free to ugly duckling girls like me we all play the game when we dare to cheat ourselves that's all a tear inventing lovers on the phone repenting other lives unknown that call and say come dance with me and they murmur vague obscenities ugly girls like me at seventeen |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
I'm down
on my floor staring at myself and I know I'll throw it all away I'm down on my luck with no way to turn it around cause I know I can't say it all again and if I seem too weak If I seem to fall apart too soon If it's all we read and all that we believe I'll figure it out somehow I'm down for a week I don't have the strength to get up cause I know I'll say it all again If i seem too weak If i seem to fall apart too soon If it's all we read and all that we believe and I'll figure it out somehow oh, shame on me I'm coming over again I know you feel the same until I fall at your feet your feet(4x) If I seem too weak If I seem to fall apart too soon If it's all we read and all that we believe and I'll figure it out somehow and If I seem too weak If I seem to fall apart too soon If it's all we read and all that we believe I'll figure it out somehow(3x) |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
How far would I go
If I had to forget all I know How long would I ride If I got tired of hiding how I feel How deep would I climb To bury the truth I find How small I've become In this burned out blazing sun I'm broke and blue Ohh well I shut down Ohh well I shut down Relax, rewind Or movies weren't all in my mind How hard would I fight If I had to rewrite the old reviews Ohh well I shut down Ohh well I shut down I tried so hard to wash away the obvious Shut down And it's hard to watch the windows bleed For several reasons I've concevied And all the while the air I breathe Is polluted by a psyhcic dream Ohh well I shut down Ohh well I shut down I tried so hard to wash away the obvious Shut down And it's hard to watch the windows bleed For several reasons I've concevied And all the while the air I breathe Is polluted by a psyhcic dream It's all compressed so easily We're all depressed so easily I shut down I shut down I shut down I shut down I shut down |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
It seems so far to go
It took so long to get here Now I'm saying things I swore I'd never say and I'm afraid again I thought I had it in me I used to be so sure There I was stronger than ever And here I am blaming the hurt And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands I'm the only one who can help me find my feet again Sweet little fighter Sweet little scar Sweet little fire in my heart It seems so easy now everything I dreamed about when I was a child It looks like a good thing's here and I think I'll stay for a while And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands I'm the only one who can help me find my feet again You came in screaming and never stopped to listen to your one and only prayer A place for you somewhere Sweet little fighter Sweet little scar Sweet little fire in my heart And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands I'm the only one who can help me find my feet again And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands I'm the only one who can help me find my feet again And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands I'm the only one who can help me find my feet again |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
I cry myself to sleep again tonight
'Cause I cannot hold you tight. I wish I could see you again tomorrow To take all this sorrow Sorrow, I'm hollow (misprint in booklet) When I touch you Can you feel It When I need you Can you give it When I look in your eyes Can you see me When I fall Will you catch me, catch me, catch me Misery Is what I feel When you're not around So I can't heal Misery Is what I feel Is what I feel These tears on my face Are for you I wish that I could hold you Touch you, feel you My heart is bleeding Can't you see I wish that you could hold me Touch me, feel me Misery Is what I feel When you're not around So I can't heal Misery Is what I feel Is what I feel Misery Is what I feel When you're not around So I can't heal Misery Is what I feel Is what I feel |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Solitary girl I have been
Living in a cell made of skin Sealed inside myself Nothing gets out or gets in I can't feel what you feel Show me the way to my heart Show me the way Show me the way to my heart baby Show me, Show me I'll give you everything I possess Tell me where you keep your happiness I look more and more And I find less and less I don't know what you know But I make it up as I go Yeah Show me the way to my heart Show me the way Show me the way to my heart, baby Show me, show me My fingers search for you while I sleep Looking for something to keep Help me feel what you feel Show me the way to my heart Show me the way Show me the way to my heart, baby Show me, show me (to my heart, to my heart) Show me the way to my heart show me the way Show me the way to my heart, baby Show me, show me....fade out |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
You can say you're sorry
still you know that it won't change a thing While I'm here, I'll love you still bigger but it's too late for me girls like you, I'd like to, but I guess I don't Oh, I owe it to me Lets spend the weekend on our own, trying to get it right. When you're high, I'm down on you When you're gone, I'm around for you What you need, I've heard it all before, and true, it's the same thing You can say forever, still you know that it won't mean a thing I guess I tried to love you, still it's better when somethings stay the same girls like you, I'd like to, but I guess I don't Oh I owe it to me Lets spend the weekend on our own trying to get it right When you're high, I'm down on you When you're gone, I'm around for you What you need, I've heard it all before and true, it's the same thing, theres just a better view Let's spend the weekend on our own just spend the weekend on our own trying to get it right When you're high, I'm down on you When you're gone, I'm around for you What you need, I've heard it all before and true, it's the same thing theres just a better view it's just the same thing, theres just a better view... |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
One thousand faces all look the same
They're all so boring mild and tame Contaminate him knock off his glasses Teach him to tamper with the cloning process Pardon me sir can I ask you a favor Make me a cowboy like my next door neighbor Pardon me sir can I use your eraser To remove my brain of unconventional nature Take my tongue It's cocked and loaded The board has dubbed you special student Sit alone sweat in silence We don't tolerate defiance One thousand paces lead to the gate They're all so boring mild sedate You hear me say this don't make any sense As I hop up and over the fence Take my tongue It's cocked and loaded The board has dubbed you special student Sit alone sweat in silence We don't tolerate defiance Hooked on nicotine and phonics Fun like macro economics Still and quiet like they taught us Fun like macro economics Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar I am my own movie star I don't know you I don't want to Take my tongue It's cocked and loaded The board has dubbed you special student Sit alone sweat in silence We don't tolerate defiance Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar I am my own movie star I don't know you I don't want to |
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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Hey, Alice are you completely
Satisfied with Wonderland And all it's wonder? Cause if you're not, you know I've Heard that they're handing out a money-back guarantee at the door. Going blind to the pain, Going deaf to the sight, Going dumb to the cries, Of the innocent life. I read the paper, And I drank all the juice In my refridgerator, now I'm Starved for knowledge, And thirsty for the truth. And in the pages I could Sense all the longing in the world I close my eyes, cause I'm longing too. Going blind to the pain, Going deaf to the sight, Going dumb to the cries, Of the innocent life. Who knows your name, anymore, anymore? I'll say your name, forever more, forever more. Blind to the pain, Going deaf to the sight, Going dumb to the cries, Of the innocent life, Of the innocent life. |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-04-26
Subject : O.S.T. - Cradle 2 The Grave (Def Jam,2003)
