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*fluffs - Lyrics that moved you.

Posted by on Feb. 1, 2013 at 11:47 AM
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You gotta operate the easy way,
I made a G today,
But you made it in a sleazy way,
Selling crack to the kids,
I gotta get paid,
Well hey, well that's the way it is.
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..MoonShine..
by Redwood Witch on Feb. 1, 2013 at 11:57 AM
Because the music do.
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motha2daDuchess
by Bruja on Feb. 1, 2013 at 11:58 AM
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got money for wars, but can't feed the poor...
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LauraKW
by "Dude!" on Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:01 PM
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Did you exchange
A walk-on part in a war
For a lead role in a cage
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AleaKat
by on Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:04 PM
"If you're too afraid to fly then I guess you never will"
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Veni.Vidi.Vici.
by on Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:22 PM


Here they come
Here come the bastards
I heard it from a confident -
Who heard it form a confidant
They're definately on their way
There's one with this idea
Something about a hammer head shark
Nosehairs and flatus
Best keep your distance because
Here they come here come the bastards
Bury your head deep in the sand
Anonyminity is a virtue in this day and age
Amazing hand dexterity
Flagrant misuse of security
Better run, run, run, run, run
Run Run Run Run, here they come.

LilliesValley
by Bronze Member on Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:25 PM
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I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be.

Obviously the dad part isn't right, but my step parents are awesome. And they didn't have to be that way.
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LucyMom08
by Gold Member on Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:27 PM
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I have become Comfortably Numb...
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Veni.Vidi.Vici.
by on Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:29 PM


You crave attention, you can never say "no"
Throw your affections any way the wind blows
You always make it, you're on top of the scene
You sell the copy like the cover of a magazine
Puttin' on the eyes 'til there's nobody else
You never realize what you do to yourself
The things that they see make the daily reviews
You never get free

LucyMom08
by Gold Member on Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:34 PM
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 I love Brand New...

"I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light"

The time has come for colds and overcoats.
We're quiet on the ride,
we're all just waiting to get home.
Another week away, my greatest fear.
I need the smell of summer,
I need its noises in my ears.
If looks could really kill,
then my profession would be staring.
Please know we do this cause we care
and not for the thrill.
Collect calls to home
to tell them that I realize
that everyone who lives will someday die
and die alone.
LucyMom08
by Gold Member on Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:37 PM

 This one as well...this song is just strong to me for some reason...

"Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades"

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for se-...

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
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