| John Mayer – Edge Of Desire Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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i adore this song! it's the BEST on battle studies. it reminds me of myself. i'm 18 and a freshman in colleg and so is my boyfriend and we went to different schools and i would always get nervous he'd forget about meeee. so the lines, Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me 'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me i find really relatable. and since most people say it's about young love, i'm there right now. so, this song is pretty much me. |
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| Rufus Wainwright – Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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i just think it's about him being gay. i think "thicker" and "harder" are like..talking about the penis. and i think "tower a pisa" is him having a boner whenever he sees some person..and he's "a mess." |
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| The Killers – Neon Tiger Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| i saw them live at the end of july and they played this songgg. it was my favoriteeee. | |
| Death Cab for Cutie – Cath... Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| wuthering heights, anyone? | |
| Pete Droge – Going Whichever Way the Wind Blows Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| good songggg | |
| The Shins – Phantom Limb Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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These are the REAL lyrics..I have the album+lyric book.. So, when they tap our MONDAY heads, TWO ZOMBIES WALK in our stead FOALS IN WINTER coats, White girls of the North, File past one, five and one They are the fabled lambs, OF Sunday ham, the EHS norm And they could float above the grass, In circles if they tried, A latent power I'm known to hide, To keep some hope alive, That a girl like I'M could ever try, Could ever try. So we just skirt the hallway SIDES, A phantom and a fly, Follow the lines and wonder why There's no connection. A WEEK OF ROLLING EYES In cheap shots from the TRITE, and we're OFF TO NEMAROCTA'S porch again, Another afternoon OF THE GOAT-HEAD tunes, And pilfered booze. We wander through HER mama's house, the milk from the window lights, Family portrait circa ninety-five, This is that foreign land, With the sprayed-on tans, And it all feels fine, BE IT SILK OR SLIME So, when they tap our MONDAY heads, TWO ZOMBIES WALK in our stead This town seems hardly worth our time, And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Too far along in our CRIME, Stepping over what now towers to the sky, With no connection. So, when they tap our MONDAY heads, TWO ZOMBIES WALK in our stead This town seems hardly worth our time, And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Too far along in our CRIME, Stepping over what now towers to the sky, With no connection. |
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