Good job, Bodley. We've got to keep those commies on their toes. We know they're just out there, lurking in the bushes just waiting to come creeping out again.

:-)

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Founder of BOINC team Objectivists. Oh the humanity! Rational people crunching data!
I did NOT authorize this belly writing!

Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy) - Big & Rich

[Intro]
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAAAAA
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAAAA!

Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill
And I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.

[Chorus:]
Cause I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

Well I don't give a dang about nothing
I'm singing and Bling-Blinging
While the girls are drinking
Long necks down!
And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town

And I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

[Spoken:]
I'm a thourough-bred
that's what she said
in the back of my truck bed
As I was gettin' buzzed on suds
Out on some back country road.
We where flying high
Fine as wine, having ourselves a big and rich time
And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go.
But her evaluation
of my cowboy reputation
Had me begging for salvation
all night long
So I took her out giggin frogs
Introduced her to my old bird dog
And sang her every Wilie Nelson song I could think of

And we made love
And I saddled up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

What? What?
Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy
Everybody says
Save a Horse Ride a cowboy.

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No matter where you go, there you are...

The Marching Song Of The Covert Battalions ~ Billy Bragg

Here we are, seeking out the reds
Trying to keep the communists in order
Just remember when you’re sleeping in your beds
They’re only two days drive from the texas border

How can a country large as ours
Be scared of such a threat
Well if they won’t work for us
They’re against us you can bet
They may be sovereign countries
But you folks at home forget
That they all want what we’ve got
But they don’t know it yet

We’re making the world safe for capitalism

Here we come with our candy and our guns
And our corporate muscle marches in behind us
For freedom’s just another world for nothing left to sell
And if you want narcotics we can get you those as well

We help the multi-nationals
When they cry out protect us
The locals scream and shout a bit
But we don’t let that affect us
We’re here to lend a helping hand
In case they don’t elect us
How dare they buy our products
Yet still they don’t respect us

We’re making the world safe for capitalism

If you thought the army
Was here protecting people like yourself
I’ve some news for you
We’re here to defend wealth
Away with nuns and bishops
The good lord will help those that help themselves
I’ve some news for you
We’re here to defend wealth

We’re making the world safe for capitalism

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Reality Internet Personality

THEY’RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY

Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berserk?? Well...
You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see I've gone completely out of my mind.. And..

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa
To the funny farm. Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be
happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!!!

You thought it was a joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had said that loosing you would make me flip my lid.. RIGHT???
I know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed you laughed and laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad... And..

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa,
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the happy home. With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, and this is how you pay me back for all my kind unselfish loving deeds.. Huh??
Well you just wait, they'll find you yet and when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!!! And...

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time...

Je Marche Seul --JJ Goldman (Love this guy)

Comme un bateau dérive
Sans but et sans mobile
Je marche dans la ville
Tout seul et anonyme

La ville et ses pièges
Ce sont mes privilèges
Je suis riche de ça
Mais ça ne s'achète pas

Et j'm'en fous, j'm'en fous de tout
De ces chaînes qui pendent à nos cous
J'm'enfuis, j'oublie
Je m'offre une parenthèse, un sursis

Je marche seul
Dans les rues qui se donnent
Et la nuit me pardonne, je marche seul
En oubliant les heures,
Je marche seul
Sans témoin, sans personne
Que mes pas qui résonnent, je marche seul
Acteur et voyeur

Se rencontrer, séduire
Quand la nuit fait des siennes
Promettre sans le dire
Juste des yeux qui traînent

Oh, quand la vie s'obstine
En ces heures assasines
Je suis riche de ça
Mais ça ne s'achète pas

Et j'm'en fous, j'm'en fous de tout
De ces chaînes qui pendent à nos cous
J'm'enfuis, j'oublie
Je m'offre une parenthèse, un sursis

Je marche seul
Dans les rues qui se donnent
Et la nuit ma pardonne, je marche seul
En oubliant les heures,
Je marche seul
Sans témoin, sans personne
Que mes pas qui résonnent, je marche seul
Acteur et voyeur

Je marche seul
Quand ma vie déraisonne
Quand l'envie m'abandonne
Je marche seul
Pour me noyer d'ailleur
Je marche seul...

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[Don't be afraid to reinvent the wheel at least once in a while; if you don't, you could miss the chance to discover the machine of perpetual motion.-- HerOdyssey]

Inspired to post because of Kaleste and Blacksheeps Conversation in the Musicians thread.
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds

Recorded at Studio Two, Abbey Road, March 1 & 2, 1967. The album version was mixed from take 8.Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, long thought to be about an LSD trip, was written by Lennon taken from an idea he got from his son Julian. Julian, a young boy, came home one day with a painting he had done at school of one of his classmates named Lucy O'Donnell. In explaining the painting to his father, he described it as Lucy, in the sky with diamonds, and the song was born.

Picture yourself on a boat in a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies

Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, a girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, towering over your head

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, and she's gone

Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies

Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers, that grow so incredibly high

Newspaper taxies appear on the shores, waiting to take you away

Climb in the back with your head in the clouds, and you're gone

Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah

Picture yourself in a train in a station, with plasticine porters with looking glass ties

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile, the girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah

Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah

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I thought *L*ucy in the *S*ky with *D*iamonds was a direct reference to LSD, not about a trip or his son's painting.

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[Don't be afraid to reinvent the wheel at least once in a while; if you don't, you could miss the chance to discover the machine of perpetual motion.-- HerOdyssey]

Congratulations Song by Corrosion of Conformity

Standin' on the ceiling, it's alright
Suspended by the dreams you seem to lose
You've been floatin' for a while, a while, can't hold on
Standin' on the ceiling, it's alright, it's alright

Somebody is tryin' to get the best of me
Congratulations song
So now your'te flying like you wanna be
Right where you belong

Starin' at the wall like it's window,don't know
Blinded by the dreams you seem to lose.
You've been starin' for a while, knock it down
Starin' at the wall, you don't know, don't know...

Somebody is tryin' to get the best of me
Congratulations song
So now you're flying like you wanna be
Right where you belong

Runnin' from the sun again, it's alright, alright
Runnin' from the dreams you seem to lose
You've been runnin' for a while, a while...
You can't slow down...

Runnin' from the sun again, it's all right, all right Somebody is
tryin' to get the best of me
Congratulations song
So now you're flying like you wanna be.....

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OOOH! What a sucky thread!

Here's my donation. No, don't bother sending me a star.



Live Like You Were Dying
- by Tim McGraw


He said I was in my early forties
with a lot of life before me
when a moment came that stopped me on a dime
and I spent most of the next days
looking at the x-rays
Talking bout the options
and talking bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in
that this might really be the real end
how's it hit you when you get that kinda news
man what'd you do

and he said
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

He said I was finally the husband
that most the time I wasn't
and I became a friend a friend would like to have
and all the sudden going fishin
wasn't such an imposition
and I went three times that year I lost my dad
well I finally read the good book
and I took a good long hard look
at what I'd do if I could do it all again

and then
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did I do with it
what would I do with it'

I went Sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and then I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I watched an eagle as it was flying
and he said:

Someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying

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Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue - (Listen to me live!)

Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to make me tight are those

Girls, Girls, Girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls,Girls, Girls
Dancin' down on Sunset Strip
Girls, Girls, Girls
Red lips, fingertips

Trick or treat-sweet to eat
On Halloween and New Year's Eve
Yankee girls ya just can't be beat
But they're the best when they're off their feet

Girls, Girls, Girls
At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale
Girls, Girls. Girls
Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails
Girls, Girls, Girls
Raising Hell in the 7th Veil

Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune
Ya know she did me
Well then she broke my heart

I'm such a good good boy
I just need a new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean

Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forgot the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a menage a troi
Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those

Girls, Girls. Girls
Body Shop and the Marble Arch
Girls, Girls, Girls
Tropicana's where I lost my heart

Girls, Girls, Girls

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TITLE: Maggie's Farm
Originally Written By: Bob Dylan
ARTIST: The Specials


I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
I've got a head full of ideas, and they're driving me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor

I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Well he throws you a penny, and thinks that he's so kind
He ask's you with a grin if you are having a good time
But he finds you every time you slam the door

I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

Well he put's his cigar out in your face just for kick's
His bedroom window it is made out of bricks
And National Front stands behind closed doors

I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

Well she talks to all the servant's about man and God and law
Everybody says that she's the brains behind it all
She's 68 but she says she's 54

I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

Well I tried my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say 'Sing while you slave' and I just get poor

I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

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Sometimes I think we are alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we are not. In either case the idea is quite staggering.

Another song with a message.

Tabloid Junkie - Michael Jackson

Speculate to break the one you hate
Circulate the lie you confiscate
Assassinate and mutilate
As the hounding media in hysteria
Who's the next for you to resurrect
JFK exposed the CIA
Truth be told the grassy knoll
As the blackmail story in all your glory

It's slander
You say it's not a sword
But with your pen you torture men
You'd crucify the Lord
And you don't have to read it, read it
And you don't have to eat it, eat it
To buy it is to feed it, feed it
So why do we keep foolin' ourselves

Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
Though everybody wants to read all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual, actual
They say he's homosexual

In the hood
Frame him if you could
Shoot to kill
To blame him if you will
If he dies sympathize
Such false witnesses
Damn self righteousness
In the black
Stab me in the back
In the face
To lie and shame the race
Heroine and Marilyn
As the headline stories of
All your glory

It's slander
With the words you use
You're a parasite in black and white
Do anything for news
And you don't go and buy it, buy it
And they won't glorify it, 'fy it
To read it sanctifies it, 'fies it
Then why do we keep foolin' ourselves

Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
Everybody wants to read all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
See, but everybody wants to believe all about it

Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
See, but everybody wants to believe all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual, actual
She's blonde and she's bisexual

Scandal
With the words you use
You're a parasite in black and white
Do anything for news
And you don't go and buy it, buy it
And they won't glorify it, 'fy it
To read it sanctifies it, 'fies it
Why do we keep foolin' ourselves
Slander
You say it's not a sin
But with your pen you torture men
Then why do we keep foolin' ourselves

Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
Though everybody wants to read all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
See, but everybody wants to read all about it

Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual, actual

You're so damn disrespectable

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Life on earth is the global equivalent of not storing things in the fridge.

My contribution tonight:


Bodeans - Good Things Lyrics

Sunlight fall down on the fields
Sunlight fall down over me
Work all day, be all that I can be yeah-heh
Say I can say words only simple
Say I can say words only clear
But, oh, I can feel your heart is beating near. Yeah-heh
Haunted love is all that I feel, when you're passing by
Haunted love is all that I see, it's there in your eyes
And I say
No, no, no, don't pass me over No, no, no, don't pass me by
See I can see good things for you and I
Yeah, good things for you
Give I can give love and attention
Give I can give all time away
Only to one heart I can give today.
Be I can be man full of color
Be I can be man black or white
But only to one heart I can be tonight
Haunted love is all that I feel, when you're passing by
Haunted love is all that I see, it's there in your eyes
And I say
No, no, no, don't pass me over No, no, no, don't pass me by
See I can see good things for you and I
Yeah, good things for you
Haunted love is all that I see, it's there in your eyes
And I say
No, no, no, don't pass me over No, no, no, don't pass me by
See I can see good things for you and I
Yeah, good things for you

Women by Def Leppard - (Listen to me live!)

In the beginning, God made the land
Then He made the water and creatures, then He made man
He was born with a passion, love and hate
A restless spirit with a need for a mate
But there was somethin' missin', somethin' lost
So he came with the answer, here's what it cost
One part love, one part wild
One part lady, one part child

I give you
(Women! women!)
Lots of pretty women
(Men! men!)
They can't live without them
(Women! women!)
Lots of pretty women
(Men! men!)
They can't live without them

And in the garden, lust began
The animal instinct, the wanton man
She fed him with a hunger, an appetite
And fillin' with emotion he took a bite
It was one part love, one part child
One part lover, one part wild

Skin on skin
Let the love begin
Women!

It was one part love, one part wild
One part lover, one part child
A whole lotta fire, a little bit of ice
A whole lotta somethin' you can't sacrifice
I give you
Hair, eyes, skin on skin
(Legs) Legs
(Thighs) Thighs
What's that spell?
(Spell? what's that spell?)
((What's that spell?))
What's that spell?
((What's that spell?))
(Women, women)
Oh! oh! oh!
Oh! oh! oh!
(Women) Women
(Women) Callin' every girl
(Women women) All around the world
(Women) Women!
(Women) Oh, we can't live without them
(Women women)

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The Doobie Brothers- "another park, another sunday"

(written by Tom Johnston)

I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window
And I wonder where you've gone
Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn
Outside the wind is blowin'
It seems to call your name again
Where have you gone

City streets and lonely highways
I travel down
My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down
I'm just tryin' to find me
A pretty smile that I can get into
It's true, I'm lost without you


Another lonely park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away

It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky
But I need myself a place to go and hide
I keep to myself
I don't want nobody else
To see me cryin' all those tears in my eyes

Another park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away
Another park, another Sunday
It's dark and empty thanks to you
I got to get myself together
But it's hard to do

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PROUD TO BE TFFE!

Precious - Depeche Mode

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?

We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so precious
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you

If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so precious
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so precious
There was so little left to give

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Life on earth is the global equivalent of not storing things in the fridge.

Montana (Whipping Floss) ~ Frank Zappa

Guy In The Audience: "Whipping Post"!
FZ: Say that again please
Guy In The Audience: "Whipping Post"!
FZ: "Whipping Post"? Ok, just a second . . . (Do you know that?) Oh sorry, we don't know that one. Anything else? Hum me a few bars of it, please, just show me how it goes, please. Just sing, sing me "Whipping Post" and then maybe we'll play it with you
Guy In The Audience: Ooh-ooh-ooh . . .
FZ: Thank you very much. And now . . . Judging from the way you sang it, it must be a John Cage composition, right? Here we go, "Montana." One two, one two three four

I might be movin' to . . .

FZ: Hold it! Hold it! We can't possibly start the song off like that!
Good God! That's inexcusable! What happened to you last night?
Napoleon: George has a tape of it
FZ: George has a tape of it? Ok, we'll use that in the second show
Ready? "Montana" . . . Wait a minute, "Whipping Post," no, "Montana." One two, one two three four

FZ: It's too fast for you? One two, one two three four

I might be movin' to Helsinki soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss

Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
Tying it to the Whipping Post
In the middle of town

But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
'Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely
Whipping Post

Raisin' my lonely
Whipping Post
Raisin' my lonely
Whipping Post

(Well) Well I just might grow me some thongs
But I'd leave the heavy stuff
To somebody else . . . now 'bout Chester?
And then I would

Get a person
Tie him up
To the Whipping Post
And beat the living shit out of him
So that guy in the audience was satisfied

But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
'Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely
Whipping Post Floss

Movin' to Montana soon (well . . . )
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (how unique!)
(Whip! Whip!)
Movin' to Montana soon (now . . . )
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
(Yes, it's such a ballad at this tempo)

Napoleon: Little Booger-bear . . . Boogers everywhere . . .
FZ: And now for the thrilling conclusion of that song . . .

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Reality Internet Personality

          Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
           Like a shroud it covers [url=http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playlistId=461515&s=143441&i=497455]Bleeker Street[/url]
              Fills the alleys where men sleep
              Hides the shepherd from the sheep

               Voices leaking from a sad café
               Smiling faces try to understand
            I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
                      On Bleeker Street

               A poet reads his crooked rhyme
                 Holy, holy is his sacrament
                Thirty dollars pays your rent
                      On Bleeker Street

             I heard a church bell softly chime
                   In a melody sustainin'
                 It's a long road to Caanan
                      On Bleeker Street

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(A special dedication...)

Don't Know What You Got (Till It's Gone) by Cinderella - (Listen to me live!)

I can't tell ya baby what went wrong
I can't make you feel what you felt so long ago
I'll let it show
I can't give you back what's been hurt
Heartaches come and go and all that's left are the words
I can't let go
If we take some time to think it over baby
Take some time, let me know
If you really want to go

Don't know what you got till it's gone
Don't know what it is I did so wrong
Now I know what I got
It's just this song
And it ain't easy to get back
Takes so long

I can't feel the things that cause you pain
I can't clear my heart of your love it falls like rain
Ain't the same
I hear you calling far away
Tearing through my soul I just can't take another day
Who's to blame
If we take some time to think it over baby
Take some time let me know
If you really wanna go

Don't know what you got till it's gone
Don't know what it is I did so wrong
Now I know what I got
It's just this song
And it ain't easy to get back
Takes so long

Do you wanna see me beggin' baby
Can't you give me just one more day
Can't you see my heart's been draggin' lately
I've been lookin' for the words to say

Don't know what you got till it's gone
Don't know what it is I did so wrong
Now I know what I got
It's just this song
And it ain't easy to get back
Takes so long

Don't know what you got till it's gone no
Don't know what it is I did so wrong
Now I know what I got
It's just this song
And it ain't easy to get back
Takes so long

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me@rescam.org

Smotrish nezhno,
Zhdyosh ego vnimanya.
Chuvstva te zhe,
No, ne ponimayu
Skolko mozhno
Zhit, lyubya, ukradkoi.
Ochen slozhno
Skryt tvoi povadki,
Ochen trudno
Skryt moi stradanya.
Ochen, ochen, ochen ochen
Neprilichnoe zhelane.


Malchik gey, malchik gey
Bud so mnoi ponaglei.
Ot styda ne krasnei,
Malchik gey, malchik gey
Polozhi na druzei,
Malchik gey, malchik gey.
Ot menya ,
Malchik gey gey


Slyozy dushat,
Mysli zhit meshayut.
Trudno slushat.
Net, ne ponimayu.
Da, ya znayu vse tvoi sekrety.
Kak ty terpish tvyordye pridmety?
Vse zhe znayu, eto beznadyozhno,
No mechtayu, tayutayutayutayutayutayu...


Malchik gey, malchik gey


Bud so mnoi ponaglei.
Ot styda ne krasnei,
Malchik gey, malchik gey
Polozhi na druzei,
Malchik gey, malchik gey.
Ot menya ,
Malchik gey gey

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