Pictures Of You - Lyrics - Poison Kiss - The Last Goodnight

Title: Pictures Of You
Album: Poison Kiss
Artist: The Last Goodnight
Composer(s): Jeff Blue, Michael Nadeau, Kurtis John

Lyric:
This is the clock up on the wall
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound
Of a new born child before he starts to crawl

This is the war that's never won
This is the soldier and his gun
This is the mother way to buy
The fall praying for her son

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be

There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab
Just waiting for the call

This earthquake weather has got me shaking
Inside I'm high up and dry

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be

Confess to me every secret moment
Every stolen promise you believe
Confess to me, all that lies between us
All that lies between you and me

We are the boxers in the ring
We are the bells that never sing
There is a title we can't win
No matter how hard we must swing

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been
Could have been, we could have been

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been
Could have been

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Piece Of Me - Lyrics - Blackout - Britney Spears

Title: Piece Of Me
Album: Blackout
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Klas Frans Ahlund, Christian Karlsson, Pontus Winnberg

Lyric:
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don't matter if I step on the scene or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon' put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me? You want a piece of me?

I'm Miss Bad Media Karma, another day, another drama
Guess I can't see the harm in workin' and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm, I'm still an exceptional earner
You want a piece of me?

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous
(You want a piece of me?)
I'm Mrs. Oh My God, That Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me?)

I'm Mrs. Extra, Extra, This Just In
(You want a piece of me?)
I'm Mrs. She's Too Big, Now She's Too Thin
(You want a piece of me?)

Oh yeah
Oh yeah

I'm Mrs. You Wanna Piece Of Me?
Tryin' and pissin' me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who's flippin' me off?

Hoping I'll resort to some havoc
End up settlin' in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me?
(You want a piece of me?)

I'm Mrs. Most Likely To Get On The TV For Strippin' On The Streets
When gettin' the groceries, no, for real are you kiddin' me?
No wonder there's panic in the industry
I mean, please, do you want a piece of me?

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous
(You want a piece of me?)
I'm Mrs. Oh My God, That Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me?)

I'm Mrs. Extra, Extra, This Just In
(You want a piece of me?)
I'm Mrs. She's Too Big, Now She's Too Thin
(You want a piece of me?)

Oh yeah
Oh yeah

I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don't matter if I step on the scene or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon' put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me? You want a piece, piece of me?
You want a piece of me?

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous
(You want a piece of me?)
I'm Mrs. Oh My God, That Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me?)

I'm Mrs. Extra, Extra, This Just In
(You want a piece of me?)
I'm Mrs. She's Too Big, Now She's Too Thin
(You want a piece of me?)

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous
(You want a piece of me?)
I'm Mrs. Oh My God, That Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me?)

I'm Mrs. Extra, Extra, This Just In
(You want a piece of me?)
I'm Mrs. She's Too Big, Now She's Too Thin
(You want a piece of me?)

Oh yeah
You want a piece of me?
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

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Pictures Of You - Lyrics - Love Life - Berlin

Title: Pictures Of You
Album: Love Life
Artist: Berlin
Composer(s): John Crawford

Lyric:
Walking hand in hand
Touching hips and all I can
Reaching out to you
Watch you dress and leave my room

Oh no, see the reasons changing for you overnight
Watch these pictures running through my head

Laughing, I'm laughing, I'm crying, you're lying to me
It's all up to you, so what will I do?
Stay with me, lay with me, come to me
Make love with me in pictures of you

I'm fighting for control
Grasping something I can't hold
Let me tie you down
Push and pull and turn you round

See the lovers changing for you overnight
Watch these pictures running through my head

Laughing, I'm laughing, I'm crying, you're lying to me
It's all up to you, so what will I do?
Stay with me, lay with me, come to me
Make love with me in pictures of you

You escape too fast
Hold on to me first and last
How your fingers roam
Just don't leave me here alone

Oh no, see the reasons changing for me overnight
I watch these pictures running through my head

Laughing, I'm laughing, I'm crying, you're lying to me
It's all up to you, so what will I do?
Stay with me, lay with me, come to me
Make love with me in pictures of you

You say you love me, in pictures of you
You say you love me, in pictures of you
You say you love me, in pictures of you
You say you love me, in pictures of you

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Grippin' The Grain - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Grippin' The Grain
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Chestdra Brown, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Marcu

Lyric:
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

87 while I'm gripping the grain
Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know

Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore
This here the major don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's, don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin', 'haps I'm tha beats around the place
It don't matter where ya from, tha chop shop, I'll show you chrome
We keeps it pimpin', representin', let these hatas know we

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Al Pine, Poncho keep stompin', if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin'
Shorty, I keep swurvin', observin' tha ones they observin'
Fresh beats we keep servin', now they grabbin' they ears, on tha curvin'
I stay cooly, whooly, tell me somethin' fresh, ya heard me?

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Niggaz pimpin' through tha streetz, smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie

Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin' dro feelin' drilled
To them hoes they then feel

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

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Grippin' The Grain (Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Crusher

Title: Grippin' The Grain (Remix)
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Chestdra Brown, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Marcu

Lyric:
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

87 while I'm gripping the grain
Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know

Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore
This here the major don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's, don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin', 'haps I'm tha beats around the place
It don't matter where ya from, tha chop shop, I'll show you chrome
We keeps it pimpin', representin', let these hatas know we

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Al Pine, Poncho keep stompin', if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin'
Shorty, I keep swurvin', observin' tha ones they observin'
Fresh beats we keep servin', now they grabbin' they ears, on tha curvin'
I stay cooly, whooly, tell me somethin' fresh, ya heard me?

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Niggaz pimpin' through tha streetz, smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie

Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin' dro feelin' drilled
To them hoes they then feel

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

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Pictures In My Head - Lyrics - Back Home - Westlife

Title: Pictures In My Head
Album: Back Home
Artist: Westlife
Composer(s): Arnthor Birgisson, Rami Yacoub, Savan Kotecha

Lyric:
Thank you for tomorrow
When you?re gonna call me
Thank you for the weekend
When you?re gonna see me

Thank you for the memories
We haven?t made yet
You?ve always been a part of me
Even before we met, yeah

Thank you in advance for the love you give me
I?ve had a glance of the good life
You?ll be there when nobody believes me
I?ve gone through it all in my mind

I can see me looking at you
At the start of the day for all my life
I can see me dying to hold you
On the way when I?m driving home at night

I?ve got these pictures in my head
These pictures in my head, yeah
I?ve got these pictures in my head
These pictures in my head

Thank you for tomorrow
When you?re gonna call me, yeah
Thank you for the weekend
When you're gonna see me, yeah

Thank you in advance for the time you?ll notice
I?m all you?ve wanted all of your life
Thank you for every single moment
I?ve gone through it all in my mind

I can see me looking at you
At the start of the day for all my life
I can see me dying to hold you
On the way when I?m driving home at night

I?ve got these pictures in my head
These pictures in my head, yeah
I?ve got these pictures in my head
These pictures in my head

Pictures in my head
Thank you for the best times
Thank you for the journey

I can see me looking at you
At the start of the day for all my life
I can see me dying to hold you
On the way when I?m driving home at night

I can see me looking at you
At the start of the day for all my life
I can see me dying to hold you
On the way when I?m driving home at night

I?ve got these pictures in my head
These pictures in my head, yeah
I?ve got these pictures in my head, pictures in my head
Pictures in my head

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Pictures Of Me - Lyrics - Either / Or - Elliott Smith

Title: Pictures Of Me
Album: Either / Or
Artist: Elliott Smith
Composer(s): Elliot Smith

Lyric:
Start stop and start, stupid acting smart
Flirting with the flicks, you say it's just for kicks
You'll be the victim of your own dirty tricks
You got yourself to tease and displease

Doors swinging wide, you walked in to hide
Looking at your feet, failure's complete
Saw you and me on the coin-op TV
Frozen in fear every time we'd appear

I'm not surprised at all and really, why should I be?
See nothing wrong, see nothing wrong
So sick and tired of all these pictures of me
Completely wrong, totally wrong

Go walking by, here come another guy
Jailer who sells personal hells
Who'd like to see me down on my fucking knees
Everybody's dying just to get the disease

Hey hey hey hey

I'm not surprised at all and really, why should I be?
See nothing wrong, see nothing wrong
So sick and tired of all these pictures of me
Completely wrong, totally wrong

I'm not surprised at all and really, why should I be?
See nothing wrong, see nothing wrong
So sick and tired of all these pictures of me
Oh everybody's dying just to get the disease
Everybody's dying just to get the disease
Everybody's dying just to get the disease

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Pictures Of Me - Lyrics - Elliot Smith

Title: Pictures Of Me
Artist: Elliot Smith
Composer(s): Elliot Smith

Lyric:
Start stop and start, stupid acting smart
Flirting with the flicks, you say it's just for kicks
You'll be the victim of your own dirty tricks
You got yourself to tease and displease

Doors swinging wide, you walked in to hide
Looking at your feet, failure's complete
Saw you and me on the coin-op TV
Frozen in fear every time we'd appear

I'm not surprised at all and really, why should I be?
See nothing wrong, see nothing wrong
So sick and tired of all these pictures of me
Completely wrong, totally wrong

Go walking by, here come another guy
Jailer who sells personal hells
Who'd like to see me down on my fucking knees
Everybody's dying just to get the disease

Hey hey hey hey

I'm not surprised at all and really, why should I be?
See nothing wrong, see nothing wrong
So sick and tired of all these pictures of me
Completely wrong, totally wrong

I'm not surprised at all and really, why should I be?
See nothing wrong, see nothing wrong
So sick and tired of all these pictures of me
Oh everybody's dying just to get the disease
Everybody's dying just to get the disease
Everybody's dying just to get the disease

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People Take Pictures Of Each Other - Lyrics - The Village Green Preservation Society - Kinks

Title: People Take Pictures Of Each Other
Album: The Village Green Preservation Society
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
People take pictures of the summer
Just in case someone thought they had missed it
And to prove that it really existed

Fathers take pictures of the mothers
And the sisters take pictures of brothers
Just to show that they love one another

You can't picture love that you took from me
When we were young and the world was free
Pictures of things as they used to be
Don't show me no more, please

People take pictures of each other
Just to prove that they really existed
Just to prove that they really existed

People take pictures of each other
And the moment to last them forever
Of the time when they mattered to someone

People take pictures of the summer
Just in case someone thought they had missed it
Just to prove that it really existed

People take pictures of each other
And the moment to last them forever
Of the time when they mattered to someone

Picture of me when I was just three
Sucking my thumb by the old oak tree
Oh, how I love things as they used to be
Don't show me no more, please

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Dead Letter - Lyrics - Royal Flush

Title: Dead Letter
Artist: Royal Flush
Composer(s): Ramel Govantes, Lala La Forrest Cope

Lyric:
Dear Magic, how is livin' life up there?
Is it the same thing, people smoke weed and drink beer?
I swear, shit is really sink down here
Pardon the wet spot, but that's a drop from my tear

Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, he's still out here
Plus your little brother's growin' up, mom's steady holdin' up
But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, shit's rough
Plus I started rappin' and such and signed to Blunt

Tryin' to make it platinum and plus
And even tried dust, put in handcuffs
'Member little John I snuffed
Nigga startin' to act to tough

Caught him off guard and got bucked
So when he get up there, get his stupid ass touch
So one love, nigga, know that I miss you much

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

I'm constantly thinkin' 'bout your presence
We used to bustin' weapons and cursin' out reverend
We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven
Rollin' dice was heaven, started fuckin' grown women
Drivin' cars is tinted, if it's beef we all in it

Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin' and bented
Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute
Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision
Is it you I'm really missin'? I turn my head when no one's listenin'
The last words you said, "Tell Uni that I'm whistlin'"

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

P.S., I've been writin' you, since you left
Never understand why you wasn't wearin' a vest
But for you, it's God bless, take it off your chest
I guess it's all a test, smokin' mad weed for the stress

Put my A-alike to rest, I'm gonna stay here
And live life up to best, you got my pictures yet?
Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin' mad Moet
That Carnel shit, if you ain't got them

I send some more flicks so right me back quick
'Cuz soon or later I'll be wit you smokin' mad spliffs
Plus I got a headache and my hands startin' to slip
I miss you so much, I can't deal wit this shit

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

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Pictures Of Pain - Lyrics - Feeder

Title: Pictures Of Pain
Artist: Feeder
Composer(s): Grant Nicholas, Taka Hirose, Jon Lee

Lyric:
Don't know if I could ever do it
Can't keep your fingers still
I fell once, you didn't see it
Face on the ground, I'm still here
Pray this is not forever

You're like a sacred stone
I'll climb higher till I see it
And then I'll let you know it's me

What does it take to make you see?
(Me)
That you were wrong
(Suffer)
I can't turn away from you like a girl and run

Just wanna talk about it, think about it
Will you listen?
(I can't see)

You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
(I can't see it)
I love the way you look at me
As I surround myself with pictures of pain

Slapped down, wish that I could feel it
Can't pull myself away
Don't think I will ever make it
I'm in the acid rain, yeah
I'll crack up if I don't see it

They'll have to hold me down
Both hands tied, they're getting tighter
But no one hears me call, it's me

What does it take to make you see?
(Me)
That you were alone
(Suffer)
I can't turn away from me like a girl and run

Just wanna talk about it, think about it
Will you listen?
(I can't see)

You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
(I can't see it)
I love the way you look at me
As I surround myself with pictures of pain, pictures of pain

See me, another one around my faith, hear me

What does it take to make you understand?
If it won't work I'll understand
What does it take to make you see?

Just wanna talk about it, think about it
Will you listen?
(I am me)
You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
(Cover me)

I love the way you look at me as I surround
(I am her)
Myself with pictures of pain

Just wanna talk about it, think about it
Will you listen?
(You don't see it)
You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
(You can't reach it)

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Big City - Lyrics - Robyn

Title: Big City
Artist: Robyn
Composer(s): Robin Miriam Carlsson, Johan Oskar Andreas Ekhe, Ulf Peter Lindstrom, Mikkel Sigvardt

Lyric:
Lately shit's been drivin' me crazy
Won't you take me outta this city?
Streets too busy
Men too old and the girls too pretty

I see that you want me
I'm needin' somebody
Don't ask me no questions
There's really no reason

You look like your ready
To run from the city
I'm feelin' the same way
Just wanna get away

Met you on the corner of my favorite shop
I don't really care if I know you or not
All I really need, someone to hold me tonight
Doesn't make a difference if it's wrong or it's right

Maybe in a day of two I'm falling for you
And you'll be gone and I'll be painting pictures of you
But for now all that matters is the thing that we've got
See I don't really care if we make it or not

Lately shit's been driving me crazy
Won't you take me outta this city?
Streets too busy
Men too old and the girls too pretty

Baby, won't you come and save me?
Won't you make my world less chilly?
Don't need pity
Just your arms around my body

Won't you come and take me?
Away from the city
Let's do it today
Just want to get away

Met you on the corner of my favorite shop
I don't really care if I know you or not
All I really need, someone to hold me tonight
Doesn't make a difference if it's wrong or it's right

Maybe in a day of two I'm falling for you
And you'll be gone and I'll be painting pictures of you
But for now all that matters is the thing that we've got
See I don't really care if we make it or not

Lately shit's been driving me crazy
Won't you take me outta this city?
Streets too busy
Men too old and the girls too pretty

Baby, won't you come and save me?
Won't you make my world less chilly?
Don't need pity
Just your arms around my body

Let's just do something else

Met you on the corner of my favorite shop
I don't really care if I know you or not
All I really need, someone to hold me tonight
Doesn't make a difference if it's wrong or it's right

Maybe in a day of two I'm falling for you
And you'll be gone and I'll be painting pictures of you
But for now all that matters is the thing that we've got
See I don't really care if we make it or not

Lately shit's been driving me crazy
Won't you take me outta this city?
Streets too busy
Men too old and the girls too pretty

Baby, won't you come and save me?
Won't you make my world less chilly?
Don't need pity
Just your arms around my body
Can you do that for me?

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Ballad Of A Dead Soulja - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Leon A. Huff, Rodney Taylor, Kenneth Gamble, Gregory Hutchinson, Big Simo

Lyric:
Yeah ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
Come play the ballad of a dead soldier

The plan, to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
All my road dawgs, official mob figures love to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz

I can be, lost in my own mind
To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessey

Talkin' to a nigga on a tight leash
Screamin' fuck the police, as I ride through the night streets
Little child runnin' wild, toward his danger
What's the cause don't be alarmed death to all strangers

Maybe I'm a madman
A pistol grabbin' nigga unleash the sandman
Promisin' merciless retaliation, nothin' is colder
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes)

Completely lost, revenge at all costs
Pay back's a bitch, switch now the trick's crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A single witness screamin' bloody murder, murder

Blast tell me homey what you see now?
A blind man and a dead body, I'm read' to leave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Castro
Homey had to blast on the task force

Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
They took my money and my stash
Time to get 'em back uh uh, upon my secret arrival
Two glock four fives, time for survival

Death to my rivals, tell me what you want Lord?
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord uh uh
The situation's critical
Nothin' is colder than hear the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier)

Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon
When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out boom
Who wanna see me in the challenge?
So merciless I'm terrifyin' niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?

Capo or Capitan, one day I'll be the Don
Until then, remain strong
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin' at my adversaries like a mental patient

To all my niggaz facin' sixty years, sheddin' tattooed tears
Another suicidal on the peer
Takin' private planes, tryin' to survive the game
For all my homies that'll never be alive again

All he promised us is death nigga
Take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it's real now
Villain to fantasize, ain't nothin' colder
Listen you can hear it the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier)

This go out to Cato, mental, all the niggaz that passed away
Mutulu, Geronimo all the down ass riders
All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggle
This is the ballad of a dead soldier

All the niggaz that passed on
All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
All the niggaz that want some and that don't take none
Ha ha ha this is the ballad of a dead soldier

The police are so scared of us
All the feds they aware of us, they wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a nigga head
Ballad of a dead soldier

Tryin' to see me in chains, shit
Them niggaz'll never breathe again
Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell
'Cause it's the ballad of a dead soldier

Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole motherfuckin' block, fuck the cops
The police we run these streets nigga
Ain't heard the ballad of a dead soldier

These niggaz can't see me, half the world wanna be me
Multi millionaire, shit it ain't fair
But nigga, you know
It's the ballad of a dead soldier

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Rumors - (Bonus Track) - Lyrics - Speak - Lindsay Lohan

Title: Rumors - (Bonus Track)
Album: Speak
Artist: Lindsay Lohan
Composer(s): Tito Joe Jackson, Cory Rooney, Taryll Jackson, Lindsay Lohan

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Lyric:
Saturday, stepping into the club
The music made me wanna tell the DJ, turn it up
I feel the energy all around
And my body can't stop movin' to the sound

But, I can tell that you're watching me
And your probably gonna write what you didn't see
Well I just need a little space to breathe
Can you please respect my privacy?

Why can't you just let me do the things I wanna do?
I just wanna be me, I don't understand why
Would you wanna bring me down
I'm only having fun, I'm gonna live my life
(But not the way that you want me to)

I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?
I'm gonna do it my way, take this for just what it is

Here we are back up in the club
People taking pictures, don't you think they get enough
I just wanna be all over the floor
And throw my hands up in the air to the beat like
(What?)

I gotta say respectfully
I would love it if you take the cameras off of me
'Cause I just need a little room to breathe
Can you please respect my privacy?

Why can't you just let me do the things I wanna do?
I just wanna be me, I don't understand why
Would you wanna bring me down?
I'm only having fun, I'm gonna live my life
(But not the way that you want me to)

I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?
I'm gonna do it my way, take this for just what it is

I just need to free my mind
(My mind)
Just wanna dance and have a good time
(Good time)

I'm tired of rumors, rumors
Followed, followed, followed, followed, followed, followed
What they?
(Followed me?)
Why can't they, they, they, they, they
They let me live?
Take this for just what it is

I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?
I'm gonna do it my way, take this for just what it is

I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?
I'm gonna do it my way, take this for just what it is

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Rumors - Lyrics - Lindsay Lohan

Title: Rumors
Artist: Lindsay Lohan
Composer(s): Tito Joe Jackson, Cory Rooney, Taryll Jackson, Lindsay Lohan

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Lyric:
Saturday, stepping into the club
The music made me wanna tell the DJ, turn it up
I feel the energy all around
And my body can't stop movin' to the sound

But, I can tell that you're watching me
And your probably gonna write what you didn't see
Well I just need a little space to breathe
Can you please respect my privacy?

Why can't you just let me do the things I wanna do?
I just wanna be me, I don't understand why
Would you wanna bring me down
I'm only having fun, I'm gonna live my life
(But not the way that you want me to)

I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?
I'm gonna do it my way, take this for just what it is

Here we are back up in the club
People taking pictures, don't you think they get enough
I just wanna be all over the floor
And throw my hands up in the air to the beat like
(What?)

I gotta say respectfully
I would love it if you take the cameras off of me
'Cause I just need a little room to breathe
Can you please respect my privacy?

Why can't you just let me do the things I wanna do?
I just wanna be me, I don't understand why
Would you wanna bring me down?
I'm only having fun, I'm gonna live my life
(But not the way that you want me to)

I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?
I'm gonna do it my way, take this for just what it is

I just need to free my mind
(My mind)
Just wanna dance and have a good time
(Good time)

I'm tired of rumors, rumors
Followed, followed, followed, followed, followed, followed
What they?
(Followed me?)
Why can't they, they, they, they, they
They let me live?
Take this for just what it is

I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?
I'm gonna do it my way, take this for just what it is

I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?
I'm gonna do it my way, take this for just what it is

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New Friend Request - Lyrics - As Cruel as School Children - Gym Class Heroes

Title: New Friend Request
Album: As Cruel as School Children
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Dave Katz

Lyric:
I remember when I first laid eyes on you
My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say, ?Hi?
When I finally built up enough nerve to drop a line
You made it clear you wasn?t just another MySpace mistress

I didn?t take it personal
When you ignored my request to be your friend
I spilled my guts and hit send
Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing
Honestly, it only made me want you more

Week four rolled around and I was this close to letting go
But something wouldn?t let me even though I hardly knew you
It was plain to see we were meant to lock lips
You knock me out with the brass knuckle tats on your hips

I was on this website late night lurking
When I got a message from you that was labeled, ?Urgent!?
You said that you weren?t impressed by lame dudes with no game
They?re all the same trying to get your instant messaging name

But the fact that you hit me back made me smile
You must of saw something you liked
When you were skimming through my profile
You caught me at the most pivotal moment
So now I?m e-mailing my love with a dozen digital roses

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Let?s face it, it?s a sad situation
When we have to resort to keyboards as a means to making relations
But I don?t have the patience, I get straight to the point
So this is me at my most honest
No ego, no gym class status, just Travis

Love it or leave it, but you gotta admit
On a scale of one to awesome, I?m the shit
Just get over it and add me god damn it
I?ve been waiting too long
I even wrote a song about it

Like to here it? here it go
If I?m being too annoying, let me know
(Just let me know)
But it?s hard for me to not hate, when I?m on MySpace
I never see my face in your top eight

Approaching six weeks now
It?s kinda obvious that your either occupied or playing a game
All my money is on the latter
This is not an ?LOL? matter

Why would you pass up a chance this great?
If there was two forces, and I split them down the middle
I could swing back and forth for three days, rephrase
If I had two horses and I beat them with authority
I?d gallop all the way to Canada to see your face

But all I got is this Power Book and iChat
Besides I hit you all the time and you never write back
I stay on my feet
(Shit)
And be persistent until my name is under who you'd like to meet

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Who cares if we don?t know each other?s last name?
All I know is that I?m smittin? with your pictures
Wishing you would feel the same
I admit I get a little jealous when other dudes leave you comments
Don?t let it gash you up, it?s all nonsense

Maybe I?ve been romancing a thought
Of me and you speaking in tongues
In this mansion I bought but it?s all wishful thinking
Just give me some kind of sign
And let me know I?m not freaking you out

And if you lovin? what I?m speaking about than sing something
I check my inbox ten times and ain?t nothing
You probably busy doing something sexy
I just hope I?m in your thoughts next time you log in

And if not, ain?t no love lost between you and me
I?ll be here like your man in fully down as he used to be
So yeah, it?s time to sign out my vision's getting blurry
This is madness, XOXO dash Travis

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

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U Can Call - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: U Can Call
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Dear baby you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile
To my attraction to your complexion, no hesitation needed
You got me inhalin' the aroma of your perfume and feelin' heated

I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, grab your hand, now we touchin'
My lyrics are poetry, so baby get a ticket to go with me
Thugged out so you notice me

It's a positive attraction, see pictures of us
Layin' butt-naked on the beach kickin' back relaxin'
And only you can calm, the savage beast
Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me?

I wanna make you mine
I'm kissin' on you tryin' to make it different every time
(That's right)
I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin' at the walls
Withcha number in my hand, wonderin' should I even call her tonight

Anytime you like, baby, you can call me
Need a thug up in your life, never find nobody like me
'Cause I know what you want and girl you know I got you
You got what I need and shorty it's all on you, baby, call on me

Been gettin' nuttin' but bad news, ever since the day you left me
I sit and wonder is there a way you could forget me
Remember my phone calls, my late visits
Us havin' breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it

Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two
Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view
Whenever we collide it's goin' to be a pleasurable time
Makin' love 'til the early light

Sweetheart, don't fight the feelin'
Come get a shot of this plain dealin' and concentrate on the ceiling
It's my intention to brush up
Beware of the fireworks, 'cause everytime we touch

It's bound to be, so relax, clown with me
As if you're down with me, get around and see
The brother with tattoos and no fears
Runnin' my fingers through your hair if you call me

Anytime you like, baby, you can call me
Need a thug up in your life, never find nobody like me
'Cause I know what you want and girl you know I got you
You got what I need and shorty it's all on you, baby, call on me

Pardon me, but let's be specific
Baby, 'cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it
And let's take trips and ride airplanes
A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang?

'Cause we can be real tight
(Right)
I got a big suite at the hot', if it feel right
My only wish is to be witcha
You got me steady strivin' to getcha fantasizin' of friendly pictures

The pressure's gettin' major
I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya
Got me goin' wild with anticipation
Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take?

'Cause the heartache be heartbreak is my prediction
When you falsify and start fake in my position
I'm a careful man but a player when I ball
Got my eyes on you baby, can I call?

Anytime you like, baby you can call me
Need a thug up in your life, never find nobody like me
'Cause I know what you want and girl you know I got you
You got what I need and shorty it's all on you

Anytime you like, baby you can call me
Need a thug up in your life, never find nobody like me
'Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you
You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you, baby call on me

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Painting Pictures Of Egypt - Lyrics - Sara Groves

Title: Painting Pictures Of Egypt
Artist: Sara Groves
Composer(s): Sara Lee Groves

Lyric:
I don?t want to leave here, I don?t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
And the places I long for the most are the places where I've been
They are calling out to me like a long lost friend

It?s not about losing faith, it?s not about trust
It?s all about comfortable when you move so much
And the place I was wasn't perfect but I had found a way to live
And it wasn't milk or honey but then neither is this

I've been painting pictures of Egypt, leaving out what it lacks
'Cause the future feels so hard and I wanna go back
But the places that used to fit me cannot hold the things I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me while my back was turned, oh

The past is so tangible I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy to discard
And I was dying for some freedom but now I hesitate to go
I am caught between the promise and the things I know

I've been painting pictures of Egypt, leaving out what it lacks
'Cause the future feels so hard and I wanna go back
But the places that used to fit me cannot hold the things I've learned
And those roads were closed off to me while my back was turned

I've been painting pictures of Egypt and leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard and I wanna go back
But the places that used to fit me cannot hold the things I've learned
And those roads were closed off to me
Oh those roads were closed off to me while my back was turned

If it comes to quick, I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
And if it comes to quick, I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?

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Mendocino County Line - Lyrics - Willie Nelson

Title: Mendocino County Line
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): Matt Serletic, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line

Scarce as Monday morning feeling washed away
I orchestrated paradise couldn't make you stay
You dance with the horses through the sands of time
As the sun sinks west of the Mendocino county line

I have these pictures and I
Keep these photographs to
Remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doing fine
I use to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line

The two of us together felt nothing but right
Feeling we're immortal every Friday night
Lost in our convictions lips stained with wine
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line

I have these pictures and I
Keep these photographs to
Remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doing fine
I use to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line

I don't talk to you too much these days
I just thank the Lord, pictures don't fade
I spent time with an Angel just passing through
Now all that's left is this image of you

Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind

I have these pictures and I
Keep these photographs to
Remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doing fine
We use to be so happy once upon a time
(Once upon a time)
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line
And the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line

Mendocino county line
Mendocino county line
Mendocino county line

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