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Limp - Fiona Apple You wanna make me sick; You wanna lick my wounds, Don't you, baby? You want the badge of honour when you save my hide But you're the one in the way Of the day of doom, baby If you need my shame to reclaim your pride And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists I never did anything to you, man But no matter what I try You'll beat me with your bitter lies So call me crazy, hold me down Make me cry; get off now, baby- It won't be long till you'll be Lying limp in your own hand You feed the beast I have within me You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists I never did anything to you, man But no matter what I try You'll beat me with your bitter lies So call me crazy, hold me down Make me cry; get off now, baby- It won't be long till you'll be Lying limp in your own hand When It Comes - Incubus It's comin' around again, they're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again, they're letting it out again, again. When it comes, it comes abrupt When it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for real Yes I feel emphatic about not being static And not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal. Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy! What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me I wish they all would stop trying 'cause what I want and what I need, Is and will always be free. It's comin' around again, they're letting it out again, again It's comin' around again, they're letting it out again When it comes, it comes unannounced. And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull Yes I feel emphatic about not being static And not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me no more... 'cause now I'm full Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy! What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me I wish they all would stop trying, 'cause what I want and what I need, Is and will always be free Home About Me My Articles Gallery Site Links Site Map Guestbook |
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