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Linkin Park
Leave Out All The Rest
I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]
Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]
Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are
 Zolinone · Mon Jan 14, 2008 @ 05:38am · 0 Comments |
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Sweet Dreams
Eurythmics
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
(Whispering) Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Movin' on!
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you
Zolinone · Thu Jan 10, 2008 @ 03:55pm · 0 Comments |
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Emilie Simon
Ice Girl
You were looking for someone to keep you warm
You found me
You were looking for someone to dry your tears
You found me
You were looking for someone to not be alone
You found me
But I'm the ice girl freezing you
I am the ice girl
I'm the ice girl freezing you
The ice girl
I'm the ice girl freezing you to the bone
But now i'm gone
You were looking for someone to comfort you
You found me
You were looking for someone to make smile
You found me
You were looking for someone, for somebody
But not for me
But I'm the ice girl freezing you
I am the ice girl
I'm the ice girl freezing you
The ice girl
I'm the ice girl freezing you to the bone
But now i'm gone
Zolinone · Wed Jan 09, 2008 @ 03:45am · 0 Comments |
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Alizee
J'en ai Marre
(( French then English ))
J'ai la peau douce
Dans mon bain de mousse
Je m'clabousse
J'en ris ...
Mon poisson bouge
Dans mon bain de mousse
Je l'emmitoufle, je
Lui dis
J'ai pas de problmes, je fainante...
Pas de malaises, je fainante
Dans l'eau je baigne, c'est l'important
Bien mon aise, dans l'air du temps
J'ai la peau douce
Dans mon bain de mousse
Je brule l'ombre
Des bombes
Tout est dlice
Dlit docile :
Je fais la liste
Des choses...qui
M'indisposent
J'en ai marre de ceux qui pleurent.
Qui ne roulent qu' deux l'heure,
Qui se lamentent et qui s'fixent
Sur l'ide d'une ide fixe
J'en ai marre de ceux qui rlent.
Des extrmistes deux balles,
Qui voient la vie tout en noir
Qui m'expdient dans l'cafard
J'en ai marre de la grande soeur,
Qui gmit tout et qui pleure,
Marre de la pluie, des courgettes
Qui m'font vomir sous la couette
J'en ai marre de ces cyniques,
Et dans les prs, les colchiques,
J'en ai marre d'en avoir marre ! Aussi
J'ai la peau douce
Dans mon bain de mousse
Pas de secousses
Sismiques...
Je me prlasse
Et me dlasse
C'est mon tat aquatique
Y'a comme un hic
J'en ai marre de ceux qui pleurent.
Qui ne roulent qu' deux l'heure,
Qui se lamentent et qui s'fixent
Sur l'ide d'une ide fixe
J'en ai marre de ceux qui rlent.
Des extrmistes deux balles,
Qui voient la vie tout en noir
Qui m'expdient dans l'cafard
J'en ai marre de la grande soeur,
Qui gmit tout et qui pleure,
Marre de la pluie, des courgettes
Qui m'font vomir sous la couette-acapo
Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish is under me
To bathe for hours
Makes my mouth water
I’m “foamely” ecstatic
It’s not a problem
I lazy ‘round
Bubbly and stubborn
I lazy ‘round
Melon and water
Is just a dream
It makes me wonder
Is it a “sin” ?
Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
“Bombs”, you keep away from me!
Today lying low
Twisting up my toes
I swim in such harmony
So what bothers me:
Chorus :
I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream.
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules.
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint!
Fed up with the rain, the plane…
That makes me throw up again.
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up! Poor me !
Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish still under me!
Delight of pleasures
Aquatic treasures
A place out of misery, my fantasy
Chorus :
I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream.
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules.
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint!
Fed up with the rain, the plane…
That makes me throw up again.
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up! Poor me !
I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream.
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules.
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint!
Fed up with the rain, the plane…
That makes me throw up again.
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up!
Zolinone · Mon Dec 10, 2007 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |
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Georgie Porgie puddin’ and pie
kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play
that’s when Georgie knew he was Gay
Zolinone · Sat Dec 08, 2007 @ 03:04am · 0 Comments |
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Matchbox 20
Bent
If I fall along the way
Pick me up and dust me off
And if I get too tired to make it
Be my breath so I can walk
If I need some other love
Give me more than I can stand
And when my smile gets old and faded
Wait around I'll smile again
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just hold me and then
Just hold me again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
If I couldn't sleep could you sleep
Could you paint me better off
Could you sympathize with my needs
I know you think I need a lot
I started out clean but I'm jaded
Just phoning it in
Just breaking the skin
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Start bending me
It's never enough
I feel all your pieces
Start bending me
Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just touch me and then
Just touch me again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Zolinone · Tue Dec 04, 2007 @ 08:46pm · 0 Comments |
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Title: Phorm (android)
Score: 7.1811
Total Ratings: 497
Total Comments: 109
Rank: 0
I still don'r exactly get how the ranking crap works... TT___TT
Zolinone · Tue Dec 04, 2007 @ 03:01am · 0 Comments |
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Guns N' Roses
Sweet Child O' Mine
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
Zolinone · Mon Dec 03, 2007 @ 01:13am · 0 Comments |
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Here we go for the hundreth time |
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Linkin Park
Bleed it out
[Mike Shinoda]
Here we go for the hundredth time,
Hand grenade pins in every line,
Throw 'em up and let something shine.
Going out of my f**king mind.
Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
Truth is you can stop and stare,
Bled myself out and no one cares.
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out to reach somewhere.
Yeah someone pour it in,
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.
[Chester Bennington]
(Chorus)
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.
[Mike Shinoda]
I bleed it out.
Go, stop the show.
Choppy words and a sloppy flow.
Shotgun opera, lock and load,
c**k it back and then watch it go.
Mama help me, I've been cursed,
Death is rolling in every verse.
Candy paint on his brand new hearse.
Can't contain him, he knows he works.
******** this hurts, I won't lie.
Doesn't matter how hard I try.
Half the words don't mean a thing,
And I know that I won't be satisfied.
So why, try ignoring him.
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.
[Chester Bennington]
(Chorus)
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out.
I've opened up these scars,
I'll make you face this.
I pulled myself so far,
I'll make you face this now.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out.
I bleed it out.
I bleed it out.
Zolinone · Fri Nov 30, 2007 @ 02:15am · 0 Comments |
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