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Why can't she make up her fuckin' mind
I'm just sittin' here wastin' so much time
I know it's my fault but it's not my problem anymore...
Some day, maybe she'll come back to me
And I'll say, "why don't you go fuck yourself!?"
But everybody's talkin', they know that I'm lyin'
She gave me everything...all I want is more...
Yea, I wrote this song for her
But it won't make up for anything.
I know it's too late so why do I wait?
It's not my problem anymore...
Some day, maybe she'll come back to me
And I'll say, "why don't you go fuck yourself!?&quo
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(Lyrics Embury/Greenway : Music Harris, Mick)
Forced exposure to create what's expected
(To face) neglection is the price no-one wants to pay
Line in line, stereotypes perpetrated
Similarity of negativity
The chains that bind us grow stronger
Break away from the pack of mindless dogs
Taste the scent, realise ambition
Life - a stagnant lair in which to lie
Taste the scent, realise ambition
[The chains that bind us grow stronger]
A label to some, habits preset
Faction alienation, bias hold the key
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All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind the sun or the rain (we can be like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)
Baby I'm your man
La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (redefine happiness)
Another 40,000 coming every
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{I thought all our problems were over}
Westcoast we're not suppose to know better
I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen huh?
You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind
Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head
Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin
I don't like it
I don't like it one mother fuckin bit
Trick Daddy:
Free me
I've been captured by some demons
They drainin my blood
Taken samples of my semen
Got the nerve to call me crazy
Tappin all my telephones
Questioning my lady's
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