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Skanking Private Ryan
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Ryan was living in a hard one. When you ain't got a reason, to fight is all you can do.
Here's to madness, every night you could have had it.
So stand up tall and show the people one more time, and make us proud
How long, how long is the distance 'cross the coast. How far from your home town?
Who knows from all the stories you've been told have been well fought, Ryan give 'em your best shot.
You've had your time to dream, so lets live it, every minute left in our city. Fight the morning light tomorrow. Boy it's sad to see, so sad to see you leave. Give 'em all your worth when you ain't got allot. Fighting for your brother no matter who gets shot. Everybody in this club has seen the love you got. Ready or not?
Lives spent have been sent 'cross that same distance everyday. Have they been forgotten? It ain't the score, it's the story of an average teenage boy. Ryan, give 'em all you got.
You've got the right to back down. It's suicide, so unholy once you step inside. Why won't you, why won't you stay? Don't fight another day. You hold up glory in the state of an emergency. Why won't you, why won't you stay? Don't fight another day. You'll come home some day. When it comes down to it and its do or die. Nobodies gonna help you on the other side, so stand up. Ryan give 'em your best shot. Oh, give 'em your best shot. Ryan, give 'em all you got. You don't have to go away. Ryan don't fight another day. Oh Ryan don't go, don't throw your life away.
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How did she love you? What made you so bad? How did she love you? And why have you changed? I don't see the resemblance anymore. You've turned to grey sad old man beaten away. How did she love you? Heart like a black hole. Can't see why you were, why you were so special? Every time that I see you start to cry. You've turned to grey sad old man beaten away.
Did he show you through a telescope the moon and the stars? Pick you up on his motorcycle hoping bar to bar. Well, I wonder who you are. An afternoon under shady trees with red wine and cheese. Prophesize the future of mankind and cure HIV. How did she love you? I don't know. How did she love you? I said that I don't know. Oh, you've turned to grey sad old man beaten away.
Left you waiting at the restaurant because he's on call. To the rescue once his patient fell, his hip won't replace itself. Your charming knight and steed. Was his name across the billboard for the blockbuster show? At your side as you walk red carpets or did he leave you at home?
Did he show you through a telescope the moon and the stars. Oh, I wonder who you are. Oh, I wonder who you are. Down here you ain't a bird or plane, your made of flesh and bones and every bad mistake. You always like to talk before you stop and think, and so I wonder how she ever loved someone like you. Like you. Like you. Oh daddy, tell me how did she love you? Oh, how did she love you?
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Oxygen
03:45
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I think I was a virgin before I met you, 'cause I've never felt someone like I feel you. Baby it seems that ever since this fling has started, your love has got me completely retarded. There ain't nothing in the world that compares to you. Not even a new house, a new car or two. Baby, I'm afraid if you leave me alone again. I might die. I need you like I need oxygen. Your love has got me crazy. Got me seeing things all hazy like eyes open underwater. Where do I go? Your love has got me jaded. Got me feeling like I'm faded and I can't see through the shadows. Where do I go?
Living without you is like living without God. Being in an inferno named Miami without love and a job. Baby, I promise I'll be better off this time. Ain't no cops to stop us from burning this fire. There ain't nothing in the world that compares to you. Not even a new house, a new car or two. Baby, I'm afraid if you leave me alone again. I might die. I need you like I need oxygen. I messed up and I'm sorry. Should've known you'd never lie to me. Let the loving take us over nice and slow.
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9 Ft Tall
04:21
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Don't even bother with your games no more. You never play by the rules. Feeling hollow, I don't care no more. Baby, I always loose. I'm building this wall to keep me from harm. Lying down the slab. Foundation is done and now the concrete is on. Protect me from all your low jabs. Deep in the ground where you brought me down. Standing 9ft tall, my wall will never fall. Stable strong and firm, nothing it can't endure. Standing 9ft tall, my wall will never fall.
Trying to break through my exterior, oh I can sense your rue. Don't even bother, I don't care no more. Baby, it's time you loose. Intrusion or weather, unbalanced levels, I've learned from my mistakes. Manipulate me or instigate, ain't gonna fall unless the earth starts to shake. Sticks and stones they might break my bones. Your words will never hurt me again. My new wall it won't ever fall. I'll never hear a word that you say.
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Honey Bee
03:54
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Honey bee, never having honey for me. I'm not sad to say that it's all I can take. Come home honey bee. Come on and lay that honey on me. Instead of spreading it all along this grey old town. Am I your queen bee? Am I your one and only? The love you prayed for, the one who meant more. Honey bee, it's time you find a new comb.
I'm a sap for you. I kiss your lips and then I stick like glue. And I'm sad to say it ain't all I taste, no no. Well its been buzzing 'round that you've been seen downtown making time with another bee. Oh, lemon and tea, your honey's too sweet to be alone. Too sweet to be alone.
Well every thing's a story with you, every, every chance. Can I get you just a second, get your mind to stretch it's legs. Let me ask you just one question, 'member how we used to dance? When I get you on the bottom and I put you in a trance? Oh, I am sure in time will learn to love again. Am I your queen bee? Am I your one and only? Am I your queen bee? Am I your one and only? The love you prayed for, the one who meant more. Honey bee, it's time you find a new comb.
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New Years
03:33
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Leading Lady
07:25
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I know each time I cry. Lasting only till I feel that it's real, when you've been ever living in a dream. My tears are falling after someone who renders laughter, a show, a sketch of hope and truth. It's your premiere and as the room lights dim and people stand, I stand with them seduced by your monologue. Your slow and clear and then my heart stops as your words catch up to my ears. Applause wakes me, the final curtain drops. Is it luck or fate that makes fools of those who lust for fortune and fame. Oh, it's beautiful. Oh, I can't look away.
It's the final, final curtain call. The one and only great and lonely man. He's a nomad rider, highway driver loving solo, uno, number one. It's the final act for you and me. A mercenary after I've been left for dead. 1-2-3 patrons bound to see a vagrant god forsaken servant. Unearthly man they've come to see. Who will be your leading lady, tapping her heels? Marching along to your own parade. Singing old tunes to your favorite worn out records. My tears are falling harder. I hear your voice from farther away, away from me.
And every person that we've met. On every stage, on every single set. In front of a thousand faces, I stand with them and watch you take your final bow. It's only been a dream now. Not soon but you will see how a lady sings the blues.
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