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Linkin Park Leave Out All The Rest
I dreamed I was missing You were so scared But no one would listen Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming I woke with this fear What am I leaving When I'm done here
So if you're asking me I want you to know
[Chorus] When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest [End Chorus]
Don't be afraid I've taken my beating I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface Not all the way through I've never been perfect But neither have you
So if you're asking me I want you to know
[Chorus] When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest [End Chorus]
Forgetting All the hurt inside You've learned to hide so well
Pretending Someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are
[Chorus] When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest
Forgetting All the hurt inside You've learned to hide so well
Pretending Someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are I can't be who you are
Zolinone · Mon Jan 14, 2008 @ 05:38am · 0 Comments |
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Sweet Dreams Eurythmics
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused
I wanna use you and abuse you I wanna know what's inside you (Whispering) Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up, movin' on Movin' on!
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused
I'm gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside Gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside you
Zolinone · Thu Jan 10, 2008 @ 03:55pm · 0 Comments |
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Emilie Simon Ice Girl
You were looking for someone to keep you warm You found me You were looking for someone to dry your tears You found me You were looking for someone to not be alone You found me
But I'm the ice girl freezing you I am the ice girl I'm the ice girl freezing you The ice girl I'm the ice girl freezing you to the bone But now i'm gone
You were looking for someone to comfort you You found me You were looking for someone to make smile You found me You were looking for someone, for somebody But not for me
But I'm the ice girl freezing you I am the ice girl I'm the ice girl freezing you The ice girl I'm the ice girl freezing you to the bone But now i'm gone
Zolinone · Wed Jan 09, 2008 @ 03:45am · 0 Comments |
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Alizee J'en ai Marre
(( French then English ))
J'ai la peau douce Dans mon bain de mousse Je m'clabousse J'en ris ... Mon poisson bouge Dans mon bain de mousse Je l'emmitoufle, je Lui dis
J'ai pas de problmes, je fainante... Pas de malaises, je fainante Dans l'eau je baigne, c'est l'important Bien mon aise, dans l'air du temps
J'ai la peau douce Dans mon bain de mousse Je brule l'ombre Des bombes Tout est dlice Dlit docile : Je fais la liste Des choses...qui M'indisposent
J'en ai marre de ceux qui pleurent. Qui ne roulent qu' deux l'heure, Qui se lamentent et qui s'fixent Sur l'ide d'une ide fixe J'en ai marre de ceux qui rlent. Des extrmistes deux balles, Qui voient la vie tout en noir Qui m'expdient dans l'cafard J'en ai marre de la grande soeur, Qui gmit tout et qui pleure, Marre de la pluie, des courgettes
Qui m'font vomir sous la couette J'en ai marre de ces cyniques, Et dans les prs, les colchiques, J'en ai marre d'en avoir marre ! Aussi
J'ai la peau douce Dans mon bain de mousse Pas de secousses Sismiques... Je me prlasse Et me dlasse C'est mon tat aquatique Y'a comme un hic
J'en ai marre de ceux qui pleurent. Qui ne roulent qu' deux l'heure, Qui se lamentent et qui s'fixent Sur l'ide d'une ide fixe J'en ai marre de ceux qui rlent. Des extrmistes deux balles, Qui voient la vie tout en noir Qui m'expdient dans l'cafard J'en ai marre de la grande soeur, Qui gmit tout et qui pleure, Marre de la pluie, des courgettes Qui m'font vomir sous la couette-acapo
Bubbles and water Legs up for hours My goldfish is under me To bathe for hours Makes my mouth water I’m “foamely” ecstatic
It’s not a problem I lazy ‘round Bubbly and stubborn I lazy ‘round Melon and water Is just a dream It makes me wonder Is it a “sin” ?
Bubbles and water Legs up for hours “Bombs”, you keep away from me!
Today lying low Twisting up my toes I swim in such harmony So what bothers me:
Chorus : I’m fed up with loneliness With my uncle overstressed Fumbling, crawling for something That never shows, just a dream. I’m fed up with creeps crying Over the past, such a sin Not to be cool, but a fool If I could mess up their rules. I’m fed up with your complaints Baby, well I’m not a saint! Fed up with the rain, the plane… That makes me throw up again. I’m fed up with all cynics Bathing caps and all critics I’m fed up with being fed up! Poor me !
Bubbles and water Legs up for hours My goldfish still under me! Delight of pleasures Aquatic treasures A place out of misery, my fantasy
Chorus : I’m fed up with loneliness With my uncle overstressed Fumbling, crawling for something That never shows, just a dream. I’m fed up with creeps crying Over the past, such a sin Not to be cool, but a fool If I could mess up their rules. I’m fed up with your complaints Baby, well I’m not a saint! Fed up with the rain, the plane… That makes me throw up again. I’m fed up with all cynics Bathing caps and all critics I’m fed up with being fed up! Poor me !
I’m fed up with loneliness With my uncle overstressed Fumbling, crawling for something That never shows, just a dream. I’m fed up with creeps crying Over the past, such a sin Not to be cool, but a fool If I could mess up their rules. I’m fed up with your complaints Baby, well I’m not a saint! Fed up with the rain, the plane… That makes me throw up again. I’m fed up with all cynics Bathing caps and all critics I’m fed up with being fed up!
Zolinone · Mon Dec 10, 2007 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |
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Georgie Porgie puddin’ and pie kissed the girls and made them cry When the boys came out to play that’s when Georgie knew he was Gay
Zolinone · Sat Dec 08, 2007 @ 03:04am · 0 Comments |
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Matchbox 20 Bent
If I fall along the way Pick me up and dust me off And if I get too tired to make it Be my breath so I can walk
If I need some other love Give me more than I can stand And when my smile gets old and faded Wait around I'll smile again
Shouldn't be so complicated Just hold me and then Just hold me again
Can you help me I'm bent I'm so scared that I'll never Get put back together
You're breaking me in And this is how we will end With you and me bent
If I couldn't sleep could you sleep Could you paint me better off Could you sympathize with my needs I know you think I need a lot
I started out clean but I'm jaded Just phoning it in Just breaking the skin
Can you help me I'm bent I'm so scared that I'll never Get put back together
You're breaking me in And this is how we will end With you and me bent
Start bending me It's never enough I feel all your pieces
Start bending me Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in
Shouldn't be so complicated Just touch me and then Just touch me again
Can you help me I'm bent I'm so scared that I'll never Get put back together
You're breaking me in And this is how we will end With you and me bent
Can you help me I'm bent I'm so scared that I'll never Get put back together
You're breaking me in And this is how we will end With you and me bent
Zolinone · Tue Dec 04, 2007 @ 08:46pm · 0 Comments |
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Title: Phorm (android) Score: 7.1811 Total Ratings: 497 Total Comments: 109 Rank: 0
I still don'r exactly get how the ranking crap works... TT___TT
Zolinone · Tue Dec 04, 2007 @ 03:01am · 0 Comments |
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Guns N' Roses Sweet Child O' Mine
She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I stared too long I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine Sweet love of mine
Where do we go Where do we go now Where do we go Sweet child o' mine
Zolinone · Mon Dec 03, 2007 @ 01:13am · 0 Comments |
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Here we go for the hundreth time |
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Linkin Park Bleed it out
[Mike Shinoda]
Here we go for the hundredth time, Hand grenade pins in every line, Throw 'em up and let something shine. Going out of my f**king mind. Filthy mouth, no excuse. Find a new place to hang this noose. String me up from atop these roofs. Knot it tight so I won't get loose. Truth is you can stop and stare, Bled myself out and no one cares. Dug a trench out, laid down there With a shovel up out to reach somewhere. Yeah someone pour it in, Make it a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out, When they bring that chorus in.
[Chester Bennington]
(Chorus) I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away, Just to throw it away, Just to throw it away.
[Mike Shinoda]
I bleed it out. Go, stop the show. Choppy words and a sloppy flow. Shotgun opera, lock and load, c**k it back and then watch it go. Mama help me, I've been cursed, Death is rolling in every verse. Candy paint on his brand new hearse. Can't contain him, he knows he works. ******** this hurts, I won't lie. Doesn't matter how hard I try.
Half the words don't mean a thing,
And I know that I won't be satisfied. So why, try ignoring him. Make it a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out, When they bring that chorus in.
[Chester Bennington]
(Chorus) I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away, Just to throw it away, Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out. I've opened up these scars, I'll make you face this. I pulled myself so far, I'll make you face this now.
I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away, Just to throw it away, Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away, Just to throw it away, Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out. I bleed it out. I bleed it out.
Zolinone · Fri Nov 30, 2007 @ 02:15am · 0 Comments |
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