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Don't you think that it's boring, how people talk? Making smart with their words again, well I'm bored because I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killing it, never not chasing a million things I want and I am only as young as the minute is, full of

[ti:Tennis Court] [ar:Lorde] [al:Pure Heroine] [offset:0] [00:01.12]Don't you think that [00:02.56]it's boring how people talk [00:05.79] [00:09.57]Making smart with their words again - well, [00:15.78]I'm bored [00:16.90] [00:20.49]Because I'm doing

[ti:Tennis Court] [ar:Lorde] [al:Pure Heroine] [offset:0] [00:01.12]Don't you think that [00:02.56]it's boring how people talk [00:05.79] [00:09.57]Making smart with their words again - well, [00:15.78]I'm bored [00:16.90] [00:20.49]Because I'm doing

Cell phones and travel stations Ringtones and new relations Say hello to all your friends for me Several calls are made to Thailand Wound up in Prince Edward Island And my head feels like it's ready to blow I served and scratched a rainbow So curved,

The reason I get so upset when you talk this assuredly Is 'where on earth is it leading?' The cowboys have trouble with reading, The mistletoe is leaving our head on your shoulder, My, my, my. Your love for me, is an overnight sensation; My love for

Coconut Grove is a very small cove Separated from the sea by a shifting shoal We didn't realize that we had arrived at high tide, high tide Will we make it out alive? Oh When all the fishermen were working at night Not even once did we see a light We

Sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start Meant to play the penitent part Inquisitive mind, you're destined to find Tempted fate and knowledge divine View in there a pitied pair Denoted by a scene unfair Will you make my children bear The consequ

There's a dark part of town where the girls get down And I cannot wait for a chance to go Wait for a chance to go I got my bad luck shoes and every excuse To dance these blues away, ain't comin home I ain't comin home Shut up, shut up, shut up! Sit u

Been reaching for my baby Close-hearted with my darling I'll hold the sheet tight, keeping watch through the night I will be there, I promise to take good care of you Been reaching for my baby Close-hearted with my darling I'll be holding you tight,

Now, leave your hand in mine. The heat strikes me as divine. Seated here by my side, the day blurs into the night. How is it you seem to know what I tried not to show? This must be rare, 'cause nothing else could compare, not that I'm aware of. This

High Court - Ball Park Music Patiently, the beggars there all get it over with And tiptoe back for the sugar-free lemonade I'm only your daAnnotateughter I'm only your daughter I'm only your daughter, right Wasted food in a Giorgio Armani paper bag W

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Lucifer: It is not meet for Dominations grave, Powers well-disposed in state, thus to give up So loosely their established rights; and since The supreme Power is by His laws most bound, To change becomes Him least. Let all yield Who will, not one foo

*part one* (Mos Def) Hey hey, ha ha say what say what Ha ha bust it yo Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey Cuz it's

We have nothing to fear Even fear itself Has been defeated now They say But the sorrow Is that you'll never know My love It doesn't stop It never ends And now the night Is closing in When we have victory A famous victory in our sights So we drink our

"Swingin' Party" Bring your own lampshade, somewhere there's a party Here it's never ending, can't remember when it started Pass around the lampshade, there'll be plenty enough room in jail If being wrong's a crime, I'm serving forever If being

Smoking on some sour In Bahamas Wearing Green Polo Pajamas Made of marijuana Fuck an ugly ho Like Johnny Drama Licking off dripping champagne from my fingernail Dripping off ginger-ale This tune ain't got no hook Like a hunky tail Me and pedram on th

Still dreaming of the thicketed field Salty marsh fed by the tidal stream Look down the flush Sleeping deep in the brush The night brings the hush I can hear the current Hidden by the knees of the cypress trees The insects chirping underneath the lea

The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. The ke

Up to this creek they come to meet Where they done days by the summer heat The sun is always in their eyes They hold their glasses like they'd rise On a clouded fair and gin they dine They're always losing track of time All sloppy men grow paradise T