| Third Eye Blind – Another Life Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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To me, He's lost someone and can't live without her. He's changed, his friends don't recongnize him anymore, he can't get peace, he wanders the places he used to ...with her. All the time, he refuses to let go, he burns to be with her, carries her memory with him all the time, its like he's living another life. My fav line is either "I'm grateful to whistle past the grave yard gate" or "and life is pointless but what's so wrong with that?" |
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| Beck – Hell Yes Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Hmmm... i can't make heads or tails of the chorus, but the verses scream commentary about dubya to me. > looking for my place on assembly lines > fake prizes risin out of the bombholes > skeleton boys hyped up on purple blue collar boys from the mid-west brainwashed on the army and happy to get a puple heart for getting the crap bombed out of them. Once you think about the war and our president, the reset of the lyrics start making sense. |
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| Beck – Hell Yes Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Hmmm... i can't make heads or tails of the chorus, but the verses scream commentary about dubya to me. > looking for my place on assembly lines > fake prizes risin out of the bombholes > skeleton boys hyped up on purple blue collar boys from the mid-west brainwashed on the army and happy to get a puple heart for getting the crap bombed out of them. Once you think about the war and our president, the reset of the lyrics start making sense. |
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| Beck – Hell Yes Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Hmmm... i can't make heads or tails of the chorus, but the verses scream commentary about dubya to me. > looking for my place on assembly lines > fake prizes risin out of the bombholes > skeleton boys hyped up on purple blue collar boys from the mid-west brainwashed on the army and happy to get a puple heart for getting the crap bombed out of them. Once you think about the war and our president, the reset of the lyrics start making sense. |
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| Beck – Hell Yes Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Hmmm... i can't make heads or tails of the chorus, but the verses scream commentary about dubya to me. > looking for my place on assembly lines > fake prizes risin out of the bombholes > skeleton boys hyped up on purple blue collar boys from the mid-west brainwashed on the army and happy to get a puple heart for getting the crap bombed out of them. Once you think about the war and our president, the reset of the lyrics start making sense. |
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