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You know that it would be untrue, You know that I would be a liar //
Try to set the night on fire, Try to set the night on fire | |
| Come ride with me, Through the veins of history, I'll show you a god who falls asleep on the job // You and I must fight for our rights, You and I must fight to survive | |
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? //
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters, to me... Anyway the wind blows | |
Oh, life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to //
Try, cry, why, try That was just a dream just a dream, just a dream | |
Say your prayers little one, Don't forget my son, To include everyone, I tuck you in //
We're off to never never-land | |
| When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide // She's coming down fast! Yes she is, yes she is coming down fast! (I've got blisters on my fingers!) | |
Still don't know what I was waiting for, And my time was running wild //
I said that time may change me, But I can't trace time | |
| Sleeping is giving in, no matter what the time is. Sleeping is giving in, so lift those heavy eyelids // Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! | |
| They say I need some Rogaine to put in my hair, Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear // One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink, I don't give a hoot about what you think | |
| I made it through the wilderness, Somehow I made it through, Didn't know how lost I was, Until I found you // Can't you hear my heart beat, For the very first time? | |
| The world is a vampire, sent to drain, Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames, And what do I get, for my pain // And I still believe that I cannot be saved | |
A long long time ago, I can still remember, How that music used to make me smile //
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, Singing this'll be the day that I die | |
| One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small, And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all // Remember what the dormouse said, Feed your head (x2) | |
| What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk // She's got me spendin'. Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me | |
| Work It. Make It. Do It. Makes Us. // More Than Ever Hour After Our Work Is Never Over | |
| 'There must be some kinda way out of here,' said the joker to the thief, 'There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief // Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl | |
Gettin' born in the state of Mississippi, Poppa was a copper and momma was a hippie //
California show your teeth, She's my priestess, I'm your priest. Yeah, yeah | |
I looked out this morning, and the sun was gone. Turned on some music to start my day //
And I begin dreamin' Till I see Marianne walk away, I see my Marianne walkin' away | |
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