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XXX
03:48
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No it's not a dream, it's not a fiction
First the pill, and now the injection
Today it's fear, tomorrow it's seclusion
My brain's in such a mess...
This night is so cold, and my body's aching
I'm willing to scream but my words are empty
My eyes are staring at this lonely cage
Tonight I feel so scared...
Save me from this short-run destruction
Save me from this lethal rejection
Save me, somebody hear my cry
I still wanna feel like I'm alive
I wake up here... I'm not dead yet
This place is crowded but they're just like me
The meds I take are evil, I know it
The pills they give me are just like the first ones
Save me from this short-run destruction
Save me from this lethal rejection
Save me, somebody hear my cry
I still wanna feel like I'm alive
(Now break it down)
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2. |
Why Not ?
02:52
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Why Not?
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It's time to wake up
11:30 and I have to shake up
Shower, toothpaste, breakfast, headache
And a hangover I'll never forget
I can't remember
Anything at all since last night dinner
They said smoking booze and drinkin' herb
Is always great with fries and burgers
I said "Why not?"
Why Not? Come on, come on, come on
But never get drunk with people you can't trust
My buddy Juan
Has been sleeping in my car
His eyes are blood red
He said he'd like to understand
What happened to his ass, he begs for help
Investigations,
Been searching the whole town to find out the truth
From Billy's house to the BangCock Club
Now I guess I know why it hurt that much...
Why Not? Come on, come on, come on
But never get drunk with people you can't trust
No, never get drunk with those who like your butt
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3. |
Rhythm'n'Bruise
03:13
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Rhythm'n'Bruise
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I never wanted this
I only asked you to do better
I never thought you'd be afraid to win
I never wanted this to happen
It seems you did
And when there's nothing left for me to say
I won't let it go anyway
Your talk was big back then
So where's your bragging now?
You left us all behind,
You couldn't care less
I hope you're sorry
Now that you're speechless...
No!
I know you're ok (x4)
And now there's nothing left for me to say
But I can't let go anyway
So make a sound and I will smash it to your face
I'd try and break you down if I could
I wish you were sorry
I wish you could
No!
I know you're ok (x4)
And when you've given up on all your dreams
That's when you'll realize
That we still believe
I never wanted this to happen
It seems you did
I know you're ok (x8)
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4. |
If I...
04:52
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If I
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If I sang a song for you
Would you listen or wouldn't you?
If I played a chord or two
Would you listen or wouldn't you?
I've got a blank page
And a lot of motivation
I've got time to kill
With some imagination
So if I wrote a song for you
Would you listen?...
Give me some inspiration
Make room, I'm walking in
All these days I spend alone feel like forever
So please pay attention
Put some lyrics on a notebook
Will you be there? What should I do?
If I played a song for you
Would you be there or wouldn't you?
I've got a crowd that I could go and make sing along
But you never show up so I'll keep this my secret song
Give me some inspiration
Make room, I'm walking in
All these days I spend alone feel like forever
So please pay attention
There's this girl that looks like Faith
You can see her at every rock show
Anytime, any place
Yes, she's the girl I want to know
Give me some inspiration
Make room, I'm walking in
All these days I spend alone feel like forever
So please pay attention
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