| Pull the Covers
B. Powers, J. Johnson Pull the covers over my head at night Can�t shake the feeling, feeling so right Maybe it�s what I did that day So to say it�s all right Slowly drifting off to sleep the day comes to an end Anticipating dreams that I ever had, yeah Maybe it�s what I did that day So to say it�s all right Maybe it�s what I did that day But it�s time to play the game of life It�s like looking through a pane of glass I see right through to my past The game of life Everything's coming together Nothing could be better In the game of life Open my eyes to the gleam of sunlight Shining through my shades Throw a shirt on out the door Now it�s time to head my way Maybe it�s what I did that day So to say it�s all right Maybe it�s what I did that day But it�s time to play the game of life It�s like looking through a pane of glass I see right through to my past The game of life Everything's coming together Nothing could be better In the game of life |
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| Superbad
B. Powers, B. Reisenburg, J. Johnson You want to fly around in your super car You want to put that grease in your super hair But you�re clueless to what is going on in this mad mad world Yeah think about it The reason for all this madness Is because of all this sadness Don't you know it all could be ritcheous I hope you can get out of this fad And realize that you�re superbad Superbad You are superbad |
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