| Lyrics | Song | Artist |
|---|
| You're my perfect little punching bag | |
| Every one of y'all are just like me; it's too bad that you can't see | |
| Your clothes never wear as well the next day | |
| And all the pain I put you through; I wish that I could take it all away | |
| In this world there's real and make believe | |
| Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress; just tell him to the left left left | |
| Like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dream | |
| Just when you think you're in control, just when you think you've got a hold, just when you get on a roll | |
| Waste bin full of paper; clever rhymes, see you later | |
| Everyone's so fake, and everybody's empty, and everything is so messed up | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Artist |
|---|
| Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams | |
| Don't you worry what their bitter hearts are gonna say | |
| 'Cause I wanna have a really true love; don't ever wanna have to go and give you up | |
| This don't even feel like falling; gravity can't forget to pull me back to the ground again | |
| Living with me must have damn near killed you | |
| Do you feel like a man when you push her around | |
| I guess I've had it with you and your career; when you come back I won't be here | |
| I've said it too many times and I still stand firm | |
| This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks; that would be cool with me | |
| The tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on | |
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'The' Bands
VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
