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I'd never have to tell
You're a lesson that I wish
I'd never learned so well
After all my years of giving up
And letting go
All I wanted was to give you
What you've never known
~ The Birthday Massacre
The people who don't care for me
When I don't care about them either
And who am I to judge
The friends that I once thought I knew
They're all off doing what they wanna do
-4 seasons by Rex Orange county
Some are born to move the world
To live their fantasies
But most of us just dream about
The things we'd like to be
Sadder still to watch it die
Than never to have known it
For you, the blind who once could see
The bell tolls for thee...
Jackson Browne
There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can't even say the names
They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they're never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
but I know you were just like me
with somone disappointed in you.
just notice the post above me.
I'll be leaving here any day soon
Yeah, I've got a ticket to the moon
But I'd rather see the sunrise in your eyes."
Hypocrites and bastards
In laughter
Hey, thanks for nothing!
Morals in the dust
Two-faced bastards and sycophants
No trust
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
Ah, Nick Cave
Thugs and banksters, pimping seas
Crooks and liars, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ of greed
Always looking for the next big thing
So I can have it all
Tellin' you that you'll miss targets you want
Do you try to shoot the gun
If tips don't go down
Pull it at the same instant yeah...
(From Undead Corporation - Ready to take off)
Jockin' the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolling Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue
Like him, inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain't got nobody to listen
I'm blue da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Be the giver or the undertaker