Fight For Love - Lyrics - Scars Remain - Disciple

Title: Fight For Love
Album: Scars Remain
Artist: Disciple
Composer(s): Bradley Noah, Kevin Young, Timothy Barrett, Joey Fife

Lyric:
The body's failing
And my heart is breaking
Hell is awakened, the souls it's taking
We're taking back where they belong

You cannot make us stop
You'll never make us stop
It's not about the songs
It's about our God

Who will stand to rise against injustice
Take up the cause of the unwanted ones
Who will stand to fight against it

We live, we fight
We live, we die, we fight for love
We live, we fight
We live, we die, we fight for love

We live, we fight
(We live, we fight)
We live, we die, we fight for love
We live, we fight
(We live, we fight)
We live, we die, we fight for love

Church windows breaking
From people living outside the walls
The bride must be ready
For Jesus' imminent return

Who will stand to rise against injustice
Take up the cause of the unwanted ones
Who will stand to fight against it

We live, we fight
We live, we die, we fight for love
We live, we fight
We live, we die, we fight for love

We live, we fight
(We live, we fight)
We live, we die, we fight for love
We live, we fight
(We live, we fight)
We live, we die, we fight for love

We live, we fight
We live, we die, we fight for love
We live, we fight
We live, we die, we fight for love

We live, we fight
(We live, we fight)
We live, we die, we fight for love
We live, we fight
(We live, we fight)
We live, we die, we fight for love

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Dead Wrestlers - Lyrics - Bis

Title: Dead Wrestlers
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): Amanda Mackinnon, Steven James Clark, John Mckenzie Clark

Lyric:
I can't tell the difference
The soap box or the stage
It's just like the process
When wrestling became fake

Genuine believers
Are shunted and sheltered
Who will be remembered?
When they fall and they die by submission

We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
My hope is gone
It's gone, it's gone

Believing in something
Can sometimes mean nothing
Conviction can be tamed
Why do you feel ashamed?

Diluted and dumbed down
The edit, the voice sound
My TV, no volume
I can't hear, I just see the lips moving

We sing the songs
(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)
My hope is gone
(It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)

We sing the songs
(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)
I don't belong
(In songs, in songs of dead wrestlers)

Dead wrestlers
Dead wrestlers
Dead wrestlers

We work hard
We live hard
We work hard
We live hard

We sing the songs
(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)
My hope is gone
(It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)

We sing the songs
(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)
I don't belong
(In songs, in songs of dead wrestlers)

We sing the songs
(Your politics are pantomime)
(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)
My hope is gone
(Your punches miss me every time)
(It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)

We sing the songs
(Maybe I'll see you on the other side)
(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)
When we have nowhere left to hide

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Boyz With Da Bass - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - 2 Live Crew

Title: Boyz With Da Bass
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Luther Campbell, David Hobbs, Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won

Lyric:
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted
Without parent or certified adult guardian
They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell
Jolly good fun, you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, you better know it

That's right y'all, you heard it 'cause we said it
And if you can't read in the magazines
You read about who? You know the Crew
Fresh outta Pac and the first to put the bass on the 24-track

Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put 'em in the stores and millions have bought it

An underground sound, not liked by radio
You hear it in the cars and at the disco
On the airwaves, we misbehave
We're too bold, too rugged in our nasty ways

From dirty minds come dirty rhymes
We're not gonna beg for your time
You don't play it? That's cool with me
But somehow, our bass still reaches the street

As long as we got it, you can get it
People want the bass, so some try to steal it
From behind our back and not in our face
'Cause 2 Live is the Crew, the boyz with da bass

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, you better know it

Holdin' our own in the South-East region
When you come to the bottom, pledge to our allegiance
I'm glad to say that we're the proud owners
The rock-and-rollers, you can't take us over

The name of the game is supply and demand
We supply the bass while you demand our jams
We could not wait to bring our bass to you
Because in this game, you lag, you lose

See, we serve our bass raw, straight up and not false
This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball
Plenty of bass, the beat, and the rhyme
That my homeboy Mr. Mixx carefully designed

Hittin' hard as hell and always droppin'
Bass is the reason why you are rockin'
When you hear our songs and you see our face
Put two and two together; we're the boyz with da bass

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, it's the best in this city

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
You better know it, it's the best in the city

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Good Life - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Good Life
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Tyrus Hines, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge, Mike Mosley

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin' for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of livin' insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang

Now, tell if I'm wrong
But sayin, "Fuck the world", got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin' 'til I earl, spendin' money 'til it's gone
It's the good life, maybe niggaz got it goin' on

Now, maybe if I died and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin' this

Lord, have mercy it's a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin' niggaz like it's water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I'm a baller, now, nigga, I live the good life

This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die, see

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

No one knows what the, future holds
But you ha, ha, listen close
They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind
My after time is narrow, peepin' down the barrel of a foe
Just a nigga or a killer, I don't know so

Who makes the call, will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home all alone in these cold streets
In desperation constantly drinkin' and I can't sleep

Neck deep strugglin' tryin' to survive
Some wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize
Let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucker duckin' season, give me the reason

Why I should change, into a softie
After living so loftily
It cost me my soul, out of control in a Devil's world
Me, my niggaz, and my girl, livin' the good life

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life that's 'cause thug niggaz don't die

I spend my days and nights not knowin' if, strays in flight
Gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?
Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night, we off the hook, doin' way too much
But it's the fast lane only, big dealin', big ceiling
All for the money, some kill some squeal

All for the money, most ain't even real
But we still call 'em homies, now, what the fuck is that?
Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game
I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain

Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin'
Better start to get to runnin' 'fore my click get to gunnin'
Still in the midst of all the stress and pain
I'm still tryin' to get a hold of the game, livin' that good life

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Uh, we live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Uh, we live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't, uh

This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life that's 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Good life

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King Without A Crown - Lyrics - Live at Stubb's: Austin, TX 2/19/05 [LIVE] - Matisyahu

Title: King Without A Crown
Album: Live at Stubb's: Austin, TX 2/19/05 [LIVE]
Artist: Matisyahu
Composer(s): Matthew Miller, Joshua Werner

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Lyric:
I said, ?You're all that I have and you're all that I need"
Each and every day I pray to get to know you please
I want to be close to you, yes, I'm so hungry
You're like water for my soul when it gets thirsty

Without you there's no me, you're the air that I breathe
Sometimes the world is dark and I just can't see
With these demons surround all around to bring me down to negativity
But I believe, yes I believe, I said, ?I believe?

I'll stand on my own two feet, won't be brought down on one knee
I'll fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee
Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe
Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe

Out of darkness comes light, a twilight unto the heights
Crown heights burnin' up all through the twilight
Said, "I thank you" to my God, now I finally got it right
And I'll fight with all of my heart and all my soul and all my might

What's this feeling? My love will rip a hole through the ceiling
I give myself to you from the essence of my being
An' I sing to my God, these songs of love an' healing
I want Mashiach now, so it's time we start revealing

What's this feeling?

Me no want no Sinsemilla, that would only bring me down
Burn away my brain, no way, my brain is too compound
Elevated my soul, you're a flying my sound
Like the sun of a sun ray burning up through a cloud

Say, Torah food for my brain, let it rain till I drown
Thunder, let the blessings come down
Say, Torah food for my brain, let it rain till I drown

Strip away the layers and reveal your soul
Give yourself up and then you become whole
You're a slave to yourself and you don't even know
You want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow

If you're trying to stay high, then you're bound to stay low
You want God but you can't deflate your ego
If you're already there, then there's nowhere to go
If you're cup's already full, then it's bound to overflow

If you're drowning out in the waters and you can't stay afloat
Ask Hashem for mercy and he'll throw you a rope
You're looking for help from God, you say he couldn't be found
Looking up to the sky and searchin' beneath the ground

Like a king without his crown, yes, I wanna get down
A king without his crown, yes, you keep fallin' down
You really want to live but can't get rid of your frown
Try reach him to the heights and wound down, down, down, down

Say what's this feeling? My love will rip a hole through the ceiling
I give myself to you from the essence of my being
An' I sing to my God, these songs of love an' healing
I want Mashiach now, and it's time we start revealing

Said, ?I'm reelin' him in, I reel him in
Where ya been, where ya been for so long for so long?
It's hard to stay strong
I've been livin' in Galus for like too long?
I said, ?Where ya been, a where ya been for so long for so long??

What's this feeling? My love will rip a hole through the ceiling
I give myself to you from the essence of my being
An' I sing to my God, these songs of love an' healing
I want Mashiach now, and it's time we start revealing

What's this feeling? My love will rip a hole through the ceiling
I give myself to you from the essence of my being
An' I sing to my God, these songs of love an' healing
I want Mashiach now, and it's time we start revealing

Said, ?I'm reelin' him in, where ya been, where ya been??
I said, ?I reelin' him in, where ya been for so long? Oh
Where ya been for so long? It's hard to stay strong
Been livin' in exile for?

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Eyes Of The World - Lyrics - Without A Net (Live) - Grateful Dead

Title: Eyes Of The World
Album: Without A Net (Live)
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home
wonderin' where the nut-thatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own

There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay
And night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
The heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own

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Songs - Lyrics - Joan Armatrading

Title: Songs
Artist: Joan Armatrading
Composer(s): Joan Armatrading

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Lyric:
If I'm feeling down
If I'm ever low
I just think of you
And the songs

Filled with lots of meaning
With everything I need
Spiritually healing
Words that comfort

You told me that you cared
You'd be there for me whenever I need
When you're far away and I need you
The songs can bring you closer

If I'm ever down
If I'm feeling low
I just think of you
And the songs

The ones that make me wonder
Will it be that good again
They inspire me to try

You told me that you cared
You'd be there for me whenever I need
When you're far away and I need you
The songs can bring you closer

Songs that let the past
Flood into my mind
Take me to the place
That we left

It's such a strange sensation
To live that time again
Songs can save you
They can break you
Set you cryin'

You told me that you cared
You'd be there for me whenever I need
When you're far away and I need you
The songs can bring you closer

A long time ago
You told me that you cared
You'd be there for me whenever I need
When you're far away and I need you
The songs can bring you closer

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We Live This Shit - Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

Title: We Live This Shit
Album: Skull & Bones
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this shit

We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right

Well, it's the alley cat looking for the Buddhasack
On my side is my easy, can't fuck with that
Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can come on the Hill, bro

But if it ain't in peace, bro, turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk, take a ride to the Eastside
It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill
Fool, drop your weapon or I'm coming for the kill

Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya
Watch it go through ya, ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer

Enemy's a viewer, I'm sipping on Caluha
Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla
Heading to the Eastside, watch your back busta
Ain't no hood for you, here it's all about the hustlas

Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this shit

We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right

Rhyme for my neighborhood banging out hits
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
To my man on the corner with the shotgun shell
Singing sad songs for the ones that fell

To me, it's kind of funny watching all these dummies
Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money
Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold
Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho

Need this looking raw before you come acting
Flexing on some brothers better twelve times platinum
'Cause I been there done that, fool, check the format
Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat

Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn
Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program
Yeah, y'all that big bad Cypress and Perro up in that place
What the fuck you wanna do now?

Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this shit

We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right

Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to deal with
'Cause I'm the ill one, oh, the cap-peel one
You coming round the Hill fucking son, I gotta spill one
Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival
Living on the Eastside fighting for survival

Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show no
Wittinesses 'cause people will use it to kill your show yo
Off to the stone garden you go and stay there
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there

For all the soldiers, money folders, you're on my shoulders
You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in opposition
I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission

Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
And spark the lah, we live this shit

We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right

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Pop Singer - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Pop Singer
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
Never wanted to be no pop singer
Never wanted to write no pop songs
Never had no weird hair to get my songs over
Never wanted to hang out after the show
Pop singer of pop songs

Never wanted to have my picture taken
Now, who would want to look into these eyes?
Just want to make it real good, bad or indifferent
That's the way that I live and that's the way that I'll die
As a pop singer writing pop songs
Pop singer of pop song

Never wanted to be no pop singer
Never want to write no pop songs
Never wanted to have a manager over for dinner
Never wanted to hang out after the show
Pop singer, of pop songs
Pop singer writing pop songs

Never wanted to be no pop singer, pop songs a pop singer
Never wanted to write no pop songs

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Write Your Own Songs - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: Write Your Own Songs
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Willie Nelson

Lyric:
You call us heathens with zero, respect for the law
We are only songwriters, just writing our songs and that's all
We write what we live and we live what we write is that wrong

If you think it is Mr. Music Executive
Why don't you write your own songs?

And don't listen to mine, they might run you crazy
They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long
We're making you rich and you're already lazy
So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs

Mr. Purified Country, don't you know what the whole things about?
Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out?
The world's getting smaller and everyone in it belongs

And if you can't see that Mr. Purified Country
Why don't you just write your own songs?

And don't listen to mine, they might run you crazy
They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long
We're making you rich and you're already lazy
So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs
So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs

And kiss ours

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Shades Of Michaelangelo - Lyrics - Runaway Horses - Belinda Carlisle

Title: Shades Of Michaelangelo
Album: Runaway Horses
Artist: Belinda Carlisle
Composer(s): Belinda Carlisle, Charlotte Caffey

Lyric:
A still-life portrait, a view from my window
Touched by innocence now fading away
Into a quiet storm of the tears of the angels
Falling around me as I'm watching the days

I frame colors of passion against a fading sky
With a stroke of love on the canvas of my soul
I'm painting a perfect world with shades of Michaelangelo
With each promise made to every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world in shades of Michaelangelo

A seed of hope grows in my garden
I feel the earth beneath my feet
Running through my mind are dreams of a future
Where all of this world works in harmony

I frame colors of passion against a fading sky
With a stroke of love on the canvas of my soul
I'm painting a perfect world with shades of Michaelangelo
With each promise made to every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world in shades of Michaelangelo

I hear songs of children echo in the sky
I hear songs of children, a tomorrow so bright

With a stroke of love on the canvas of my soul
I'm painting a perfect world with shades of Michaelangelo
Is a promise made to every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world in shades of Michaelangelo
Shades of Michaelangelo, shades of Michaelangelo

I hear songs of children echo in the sky
I hear songs of children echo in the sky
I hear songs of children echo in the sky
...

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It'S Ok - Lyrics - Delirious?

Title: It'S Ok
Artist: Delirious?
Composer(s): Martin James Smith, Stuart David Garrard

Lyric:
Take me or leave me, don't have to believe me
All the words I have to say
All the songs that fly away
Take me or leave me, believe me good will come

It's OK, you know I'll live to fight another day
It's OK, you know I'll live to find another way

She's as pretty as hell and her eyes have no home
The beauty has run from your face
Such beauty that hung from your face
And if you would drink this wine, you'll shine

It's OK, you know I'll to live to fight another day
It's OK, you know I'll live to find the words to say
It's OK, you know I'll live to find another way
And if You would give me holy wine, I'll shine

Shine on me

It's OK, you know I'll to live to fight another day
It's OK, you know I'll live to find the words to say
It's OK, you know I'll live to find another way
Will you come to me like a summers day?
I will sing again

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Songs Of Love - Lyrics - The Curse Of Blondie - Blondie

Title: Songs Of Love
Album: The Curse Of Blondie
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Gretchen Langheld, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
All of our days, we cry out for love
And we cry for the times that we lost it all
When we had it all, all our hopes and our dreams

All of our days we cry out for love
And we try to create it again, again
To deny the laws and to leave it behind

Sing sweet songs of love to me now
So the night will become one of love
Sing sweet songs of love to me now
For I need to know you're mine

All of our days, we long for a chance
To be lost in a trance of a love we share
A romantic love like no other before

All of our days, we live on the run
But we try to believe that it's just begun
That we'll have the time to enjoy every day

Sing songs, sweet songs of love to me now
So the night will become one of love
Sing sweet songs of love to me now
For I need to know you're mine

I love you, you know that I do
And forever I'll sing just for you
Let me know you love me tonight
Let me hold you in my arms

Sing sweet songs of love to me now
So the night will become one of love

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Tonight Will Be Fine - Lyrics - Live Songs - Leonard Cohen

Title: Tonight Will Be Fine
Album: Live Songs
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
Sometimes I find I get to
Thinking of the past
We swore to each other then
Our love would surely last

You kept right on loving
I went on a fast
Now I am too thin
And your love is too vast

But I know from your eyes
And I know from your smile
That tonight will be fine
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while

I choose the rooms that I live in with care
The windows are small and the walls almost bare
There's only one bed and there's only one prayer
I listen all night for your step on the stair

But I know from your eyes
And I know from your smile
That tonight will be fine
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while

Oh, sometimes I see her undressing for me
She's the soft naked lady love meant her to be
And she's moving her body so brave and so free
If I've got to remember that's a fine memory

And I know from her eyes
And I know from her smile
That tonight will be fine
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while

And I know
And I know
And I know

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The Bard'S Song - In The Forest (Live) - Lyrics - Blind Guardian

Title: The Bard'S Song - In The Forest (Live)
Artist: Blind Guardian
Composer(s): Hans Juergen Kuersch, Andre Olbrich

Lyric:
Now you all know the bards and their songs
When hours have gone by, I'll close my eyes
In a world far away we may meet again
But now hear my song about the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bards' song

Tomorrow will take us away far from home
No one will ever know our names but the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow will take it away the fear of today
It will be gone due to our magic songs

There's only one song left in my mind
Tales of a brave man who lived far from here
Now the bard songs are over and it's time to leave
No one should ask you for the name of the one
Who tells the story

Tomorrow will take us away far from home
No one will ever know our names but the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow all will be known and you're not alone
So don't be afraid in the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain they all will remain

In my thoughts and in my dreams they're always in my mind
These songs of hobbit, dwarves and men and elves
Come close your eyes you can see them too

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Forever - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Forever
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Shondrae L Crawford, L Polipe, P Smith, M Goodwin

Lyric:
Ooh la la, Bangladesh
Heyyy

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo' shit
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

Yeah man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do

Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not like it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
Nigga

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's usually the ones thats right by ya
Fire

Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

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I Can'T Live Without My Radio - Lyrics - Radio - Ll Cool J

Title: I Can'T Live Without My Radio
Album: Radio
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): R Rubin, J Smith

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Lyric:
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way past ten

My story is rough, my neighborhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
But I couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face

My radio's bad from the boulevard
I'm a Hip-Hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cos I play everyday, even on the subway
I woulda got a summons but I ran away
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio

Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
'Cos I make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's def when my record's on
So, get off the wall, become involved
All your radio problems have now been solved
My treacherous beats make ya ears respond
And my radio's loud like a fire alarm

The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac
'Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed
And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes

My stereo's thumpin' like a savage beast
The level on my power meter will not decrease
Suckas get mad, 'cos the girlies scream
And I'm still gettin' paid while you look at me mean
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
And I know I can't live without my radio

Don't touch that dial, I'll be upset
Might go into a fit and rip off your neck
'Cos the radio's thumpin' when I'm down to play
I'm the royal chief rocker LL Cool J
Let your big butt bounce from right to left
'Cos it's a actual fact this jam is Def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history

I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid, 'cos Rick said so
Make the woofers wallop and your tweeters twitch
Some jealous knuckleheads might try to dis
But it's nuthin', ya frontin', ya girl I am stuntin'
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'

My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm on the right, standing on the eject
Wearin' light blue pumas, a whole lotta gold
And jams like these keep me in control
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
And I know I can't live without my radio

Your energy level starts to increase
As my big beat is slowly released
I'm on the radio and at the jam
LL Cool J is who I am
I'mma make ya dance, boogie down and rock
And you'll scratch and shake to my musical plot
And to expand my musical plan
Cut creator, rock the beat with your hands

That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me, neither can the police
I'm a musical maniac to say the least
For you and your radio I made this for
Cool J's here to devastate once more
Pullin' all the girls, takin' out MC's

If ya try to disrespect me, I just say please
Here to command the hip-hop land
Kick it live with a box inside my hand
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio

Farmers boulevard, yeah
You know that's where me and E hang out, cool out
You know what I'm sayin'?
That's where the crib's at

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A Lot Like Me - Lyrics - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Title: A Lot Like Me
Artist: Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Composer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter

Lyric:
He was a long tall stranger from way down south
Where he'd left his life behind
He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck
And Shenandoah eyes
And I remember him sitting in that local bar
Where I earned my pay each night
Singing my songs to empty chairs
And going home half tight

And so the nights rolled by like headlights
Shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me
Like a pick on my guitar
And we talked about the singers
And the songs we loved
And the songs we'd most forgot
In that rundown bar they'd make last call
And I'd never want to stop

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Well he'd played a lot of places where
The only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks but he had him a gift
For the kinds of songs he'd ding
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man
Just to have your piece of mind
And so he gave it all up for a government job
Where the paychecks come on time

So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar
And to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where
We've been and what we'd rather do
Well there's a wealth of dangers
When you're talking to strangers
And I meet them all the time
But my heart knew better than my head
When I looked into those yes

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Well maybe I'll quit when I've got me a kid
And a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there
Waiting up for me at home
It's a helluva way to live from day to day
Not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize
I was glad for the life I'd found

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

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A Lot Like Me - Lyrics - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Title: A Lot Like Me
Artist: Mary Chapin Carpenter
Composer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter

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Lyric:
He was a long tall stranger from way down south
Where he'd left his life behind
He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck
And Shenandoah eyes
And I remember him sitting in that local bar
Where I earned my pay each night
Singing my songs to empty chairs
And going home half tight

And so the nights rolled by like headlights
Shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me
Like a pick on my guitar
And we talked about the singers
And the songs we loved
And the songs we'd most forgot
In that rundown bar they'd make last call
And I'd never want to stop

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Well he'd played a lot of places where
The only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks but he had him a gift
For the kinds of songs he'd ding
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man
Just to have your piece of mind
And so he gave it all up for a government job
Where the paychecks come on time

So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar
And to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where
We've been and what we'd rather do
Well there's a wealth of dangers
When you're talking to strangers
And I meet them all the time
But my heart knew better than my head
When I looked into those yes

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Well maybe I'll quit when I've got me a kid
And a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there
Waiting up for me at home
It's a helluva way to live from day to day
Not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize
I was glad for the life I'd found

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

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Minute Prologue - Lyrics - Live Songs - Leonard Cohen

Title: Minute Prologue
Album: Live Songs
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
I've been listening to all the dissension
I've been listening to all the pain
And I feel that no matter what I do for you
It's going to come back again

But I think that I can heal it
But I think that I can heal it
I'm a fool but I think
I can heal it with this song

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