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Emperor Gum - Paralysed
02:37
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So you think you messed up?
Why risk it again?
Well, you're stalling
Every time it hurts you crumble
Please let go of this
Trace your life in your lines and scars
So what you messed up
You think you won't again?
Look, the skies not falling
Every small mistake crushes you
Every little flaw shatters you
Play your hand, don't fold
There is not just one play
Don't be afraid
Don't let it jade
Time marches on
Live every choice that you make
You stopped moving forward 'cause you think you stepped left
You think every choice will leave you bereft
Now you won't raise your voice, 'cause you can't be sure
You settled for nothing, but that choice was yours
No regrets, be bold
There is no one true path
Stand by your choice
Lift up your voice
In some other place
There's someone else who said yes
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Nothing gets much better than this
Usually something goes amiss
But lately we make great chemistry
Some unforeseen unseasonal bliss
Inspired, excited
Desired, delighted me
After those eyes meet mine tonight
Blood pressures rise, lips nervously bite
Despite my slight fright, it's quite a nice sight
One touch of your skin means I'll be alright
Exotic, intoxicating
Amazing you
Tremendous, fulfilling
Stupendous and thrilling
Believed in, invited
Received, then requited, love
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You led the largest ever empire
And though the times have changed since then
In so many ways your lasting legacy lives on
It casts a giant shadow even bigger than Big Ben
The Bard still treads all the world's stages
We thrill to Christie's mysteries
By your tales from Scrooge to Harry Potter we're entranced
Among the very best world round, near everyone agrees
Bloody brilliant
For all the things you've written
I must say, "Bravo"
You're so great, Britain
Yes, Hollywood is known for movies
And Broadway musicals win fame
Nothing's more American than good old rock and roll
But Brits in these endeavors roundly beat us at our game
The Oscars always love the British
Lloyd Webber shows play on and on
From Adele to Zeppelin, countless first-rate music stars
And then there's Chaplin, Hitchcock, Python, Beatles and James Bond
Awfully awesome
You bug, but I've been bitten
With success august
You're just great, Britain
A populace one snip our size
Have you a genius gene?
Is something in the water?
It's not likely the cuisine
For all our pride, compared to you
Our record's rather poor
Would we do better to declare
Dependency once more?
From Newton to the web, et cetera
The world is changed for all you do
And, just think, if we consider all the British Isles
Then you would claim James Joyce and Shaw and Wilde and U2
We shan't forget our auld acquaintance
The one we raise our glasses to
Though politically your days of dominance are past
Still, culturally the sun shines bright and never sets on you
Darling dearest
It's you with whom I'm smitten
You give such delight
You're quite great, Britain
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My ... works for the CIA
She redacts my ... every day
She so secretive, it drives me ...
She's got me ... my pants just like a child
I love my baby, she's a piece of ...
A really great ... and she's total class,
I like to ... her ... whenever we're alone
And she always ... my ... when we're on the phone
Our love's so ..., it's classified
I love it when she ... me deep inside
She's got a ... she uses on my ...
And an electric ... shaped like a totem
It's hard to tell when ... comes and goes
When I have her around I like to suck on her ...
If she ever leaves ... might never know
But until she does I'm gonna ... her ...
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We're saving the planet from aliens,
Stop treating it like its a game.
We're spilling our blood for the greater good,
Though our rookies don't know how to aim.
We're building new technology,
That puts our guns to shame.
You probably haven't heard of us,
But XCOM is our name.
And we'll fight! Fight! Fight!
Every place they dare to tread;
At least until a xeno shoots a teammate in the head;
Then we'll stop and mourn the dead.
Then we'll keep on fighting cause we don't have any choice,
And we'll push 'em back, and drive 'em out,
Until we can rejoice,
When the planet's finally free,
and we shout our victory:
Vigilo! Confido! XCOM!
When Mutons are marching in Mexico,
Or Floaters are fighting in France;
If Chryssalids hit us in India,
And Sectopods savage Japan;
We'll send a squad to bravely save,
The citizens we can.
We're fighting an unknown enemy;
We serve the Shadow Man.
And we'll fight! Fight! Fight!
Every place they dare to tread;
At least until a xeno shoots a teammate in the head;
Then we'll stop and mourn the dead.
Then we'll keep on fighting cause there's nothing else to do,
And we'll shoot 'em up and cut 'em down,
Until the task is through;
When the aliens retreat,
And our motto we repeat:
Vigilo! Confido! XCOM!
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No!!
Don't call the election yet!
Our polling shows
There's still a lot of votes
We're bound to get!
The night is young
And there's still a way
Our guys can win!
There's still a quarter
Of the vote that isn't in!
We know we're right!
We've done the math!
We're going to win!
There's still a path!
I don't care what you say --
Before this evening's out,
You'll see!
We're going to win!
We're going to win!!
We're going to win!!!
We didn't win . . .
We didn't win . . .
Why didn't we win?
We should have won . . .
What happened?!?
We offered jobs . . .
A smaller government . . .
A moral compass . . .
I thought there'd be more red . . .
Just . . . a little more red . . .
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Ross Durand - Never
02:53
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I never want to see you again
Never want to gaze into those eyes
Never want to feel the way I feel every time that you arrive
I never want to hold you in my arms and feel your heart beat next to mine
When I know you’ll only leave again next time
I never want to smell your hair
Never want to feel your silky skin
While you whisper sweet things in my ear again and again and again
I never want to wake up in the moonlight to the sound of your sweet sighs
When I know you’ll only leave again next time
And I never - want to believe
No I never - want to wear my heart out on my sleeve
Could take forever - convincing me that I never
Want to see you again
Never want to touch your lips to mine
Never want to smell your perfume on my shirt at the end of the night
Never want to dream about tomorrow while I live the dream tonight
When I know you’ll only leave again next time
And I never - want to believe
No I never - want to wear my heart out on my sleeve
Could take forever - convincing me that I never want to see you again
I never want to see you again
Never want to gaze into those eyes
Never want to feel the way I feel every time that you arrive
I never want to hold you in my arms and feel your heart beat next to mine
When I know you’ll only leave again next time
Cause I know you’ll only leave again next time
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Mr. Weatherman of Fate
Will you please forecast my future?
All things must come to pass
And there's nothing I can do, sir
I wish to tell you everything you've ever said's come true
So every morning I rely on you
It's written in the stars
And published in the paper
And each turn of the cards
Reveals another caper
And I'm hanging on each word you have to say
I can't wait to see what I will do today!
Dictating my destiny
Is a dangerous game to play
But if I follow your advice
My life could change today
You're a prophet! I believe my life is in your hands
A star to guide me through the shifting sands
It's written in the stars
And published in the paper
And each turn of the cards
Reveals another caper
And I'm hanging on each word you have to say
I can't wait to see what I will do today!
And when family and community are
Feeling kind of claustrophobic, my
Getaway is thwarted by some
Reasons mostly economic, I'll
Count on you to see me through, you
Told me this was gonna happen, there's
No place to hide, so enjoy the ride
No matter how life tries to step on you...
It's written in the stars
And published in the paper
In a Chinese restaurant --
A message from the baker, it says
"If you believe in Love, then Love will follow you", and I say...
I can't wait to see what I will do!
It's written in the stars
And published in the paper
And the lines upon my palms
Evaporate like vapor, and there's
Only so much Time that God has given you, and I say...
I can't wait to see what I will do!
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The flat Kansas plain was driving you insane
So you ran away west to find a dream
To the California lights where the stars all shine so bright
But you’re finding things aren’t what they seem
There are villains everywhere
They’re like lions- tigers- bears!
And you’re wishing you had never thought to roam-
They are out to get you- and your little dog too!
Now you realize that there’s no place like home
You better get back, get back, get back
And leave those poppies by the shore
They’ll have you spinning round
Just like a cyclones come a knocking at your door
Click your heels three times
Then head for home down that yellow brick line
Because there’s one thing that’s for sure-
You’re not in Kansas anymore!
You thought to be a star but you’ve wandered pretty far
Hard to tell a friend from foe along the road
Time for you to use your brain,
Cause this place is really strange
Hope you find some friends to help you with your load
Try not to lose your heart and
Don’t be afraid to start
Beware the man behind the curtain in his dome
Cause he will lie to get his way
But you are gonna be ok
If you remember that there is no place like home
You better get back, get back, get back
And leave those poppies by the shore
They’ll have you spinning round
Just like a cyclones come a knocking at your door
Click your heels three times
Then head for home down that yellow brick line
Because there’s one thing that’s for sure-
You’re not in Kansas anymore!
You better get back, get back, get back
And leave those poppies by the shore
They’ll have you spinning round
Just like a cyclones come a knocking at your door
Click your heels three times
Then head for home down that yellow brick line
Because there’s one thing that’s for sure-
You’re not in Kansas anymore!
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Always never comes for me
Only lapses, ebbs, and flows
Barely lets me breathe
I'm helpless and exposed
I can't be for you
All the things you need from me
Never is not a thing I can be
Always doesn't come for me
I can't be your everything
Still i don't want to set you free
So afraid you want to read my mind
Find everything indecent
'Cause I'm a waste 'til I'm wasted
And find peace in pieces
I can't be for me
All the things i need to be
Never's not a thing i can be
Always doesn't come for me
I can't be your everything
But i don't want to set you free
I can't be for you
All the things you are to me
Never's not a thing i can be
Always doesn't come for me
I can't be your everything
Still i don't want to set you free
No, i can't set you free
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Yesterday we took our car to drive to grandma's house
I sat behind the steering wheel right next to my spouse
She was really confident we didn't need a map
But I had just installed a new direction finding app
So five miles down the dusty road
My smart phone said: "turn right"
My wife protested: "no, no, no
Turn left by the traffic light"
I didn't know just what to do
So I kept driving straight ahead
My phone said: "calculating new route"
While my wife was getting mad
After three such incidents things getting tense
My phone said we were getting there, ignoring some dead ends
But ten miles down the dusty road
It said: "please turn around"
My wife protested: "no, no, no
We should be westward bound"
I didn't know just what to do
So I kept driving straight ahead
My phone said: "calculating new route"
While my wife was getting mad
My wife was getting mad
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First time I played that old banjo
Surely noticed something strange
A voice in my mind that isn't mine
A voice in my mind that isn't mine
He killed his family years ago
And he said that I will change
I'll kill them, just like him
I'll kill them, just like him
It's not my fault, the banjo makes me crazy
I have no choice, I have to kill my family
It's not my fault, the banjo makes me crazy
I hear the voice, I have to kill my family
Then I bought a gun like a psycho
And I shot my bullets at close range
True I shot them all, but it's not my fault
True I shot them all, but it's not my fault
First time I played that old banjo
Surely noticed something strange
A voice in my mind that isn't mine
A voice in my mind that isn't mine
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