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A Thought's An Idea...

Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry?

Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
 
I know you don't remember
How you used to hold me
How we'd melt together
Together
How you needed me
How we used to be
In love
 
A strange mixture of REM's "Shiny Happy People" and some song from Thumbsucker. Weird. :blink::ninja:
 
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
 
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

Chorus:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive

chorus

Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

chorus

The eye of the tiger (repeats out)...
 
"Now the sun is coming up.. I'm riding with lady luck.. Freeway cars and trucks.. Stars begining to fade, and I lead the parade..
Just a-wishing that I'd stayed a little longer..
Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger..."
 
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
I'll give it right back to you one of these days
I said, I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
I'll give it right back to you one of these days

And if I don't meet you no more in this world
Then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one
And don't be late, don't be late
'Cause I'm a voodoo child

Lord knows I'm a voodoo child
I'm a voodoo child

for N :heart: :flower:
 
^:p

You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they're worried
I'm looking far too skinny
I've stopped returning all their calls

And no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don't say anything at all

It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me
:cry:
 
And I can't relate
to the hypnotist,
and I can't get close,
'cause of plastic wrap,
and I want to have kids,
but their father's up inside the clouds,
the distance between's
on my mind
 
It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die
Cos I don't know what's out there beyond the sky
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will
 
Up until now, things have been fine,
temporarily,
you're cute,
but the circumstance has changed.
Your substitution method crutch,
your whole protection from your pain,

This presentation of my ploy,
is to change my cellophane boy
 
I'm loathing most of your history
Hesitation, but then you siphon me
Your potential, well I'll indulge in that
Violent timing explains the aftermath

And it's too bad you're so sad
I wish you could have had what I had
And it's so sad, it's too bad
Maybe I can make you feel better
Oh maybe I'm supposed to make you feel better

I want to comfort you

Unlike you I had it easy
You're dark blue
Stained from previous days

And you're so sad
It's too bad
I wish you could have had what I had
And it's too bad you're so sad
Maybe I can make you feel better

I'm sorry
 
But the years went by and the rock just died
Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming of my chevy and my old blue jeans

Elton John/Crocidile Rock
 

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