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Things are getting weird, things are getting tough
Nothing's making sense but you keep on looking up
They tell you to be true, you're trying every day
You keep it on the real, still you gotta find a way
To make your mama happy, to make your papa proud
You gotta turn it up but all you hear is turn it down
So gather round I'm here to say
You'll never make everybody's day
But while you're around you might as well
Catch the tiger by his tail
And hang on hang on hang on
Everybody just
Get on get on get on get started
Just go on go on go on
Everybody just hang on
Sometimes I wanna cry and throw the towel in
They try to beat me down but I'll take it on the chin
And everywhere I go the people are the same
They just wanna know that everything will be OK
Things are getting rough, turn it back around
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I know she likes her magazines
Of what they're wearing down in Hollywood
I know she wants green tea ice cream
Just for fun, melting in the sun
She likes her jokes as long as they're bad
And I'll laugh anyway
But I'll never really know her
She told me all I really need to know is that
She'll always get her way
She knows that she will always get away with it
She likes to take me out so I
Can watch her dance with her girlfriends
Cool boys playing pool stop and stare at the way she moves
Dancing Queen is blaring
She likes to know that she will be driving me home
Because I'm too slow
She likes the primetime TV shows
And her secret crush on David Letterman
But she could never let her friends know
She's pure punk rock at a ripe 27
I know these things
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Hold me down
I'm gonna fly straight to heaven
Hold me down
Don't ever let go
I've been around
You know I can't stay forever
And when I leave
I want you to know -
When I'm finally gone, I'm gonna be gone without a trace
There's a lot of good times ahead before we're done
And on top of this list of things before I leave this place
You are my number one, yes you are my number one
Cause you can tell me lies, you know that I'd still believe you (say wha?)
Stay right here don't leave from that spot (come right back here my girl)
I can't go, you know I'm afraid to leave you
Don't you know? you're all that I've got
I'm afraid if you go you might disappear behind a mist
And I'd rather be hung from a tree or shot by a gun
And of all of these things that matter here upon my list
You are my number one, yes you are my number one
You are my number one (say so)
Trying to make it clear (good gosh)
Trying to let you know
When you're afraid
I'm gonna be there...
When I'm finally gone, I'm gonna be gone without a trace
There's a lot of good times ahead before we're done
And and and on top of this list of things before I leave this place
You are my number one
Yea you are my number one
Whoa baby, said you are my number one
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Greg Camp
You you look to the stars for answers
Your face glowing in blue
You smile at the thought that there's something out there
Suddenly a smile turns to a stare
A million tiny light bulbs shining
Through celluloid across the country
Little green men
Eyes shielded with a shaky hand
The women screaming
And the children gather and wonder
Who's there
Who's there
Fond of a night out in California
It's late an interruption in space
You smile could there be someone out there
Suddenly the smile has been erased
The radio crackled voices
With obvious and used excuses
Blue gas burning above
Flicks and cartoons bumber stickers
In preparation for tomorrow
And the children gather and wonder
Chorus
A million tiny bulbs exploding
Out the theatre doors they're screaming
Ushers pick up treasures
Little nervous mens co-ordinance point at the moon
And the children gather and wonder
Chorus
Chorus
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you go around your tiny world again
Playing space man in your silver ship
You say you wanna come back down to Earth again
When you're down you find your mind and slip
There you go
Just like all the other times before
Space man, you're lost in space
Anti-gravitation keeps you high above
Like some comet speeding towards the sun
Communication's lost between the ones you love
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Hey, so you wanna play?
You'll see my game's on fire
But we don't play the same game
You'll see I'm crazy for speed
And neutral means nothing to me
So if that's your desire
We'll get along famously
But one thing: I like to lead
I light 'em up before the motor starts
I go so fast that I could never stop
Look under the hood but you don't know what I got
I'm a moving violation baby, hot hot hot hot
Highway, that's my scene
I may look like a blur when you see me
And I'm flirting with disaster, I'm the master of G's
Gonna pass ya, gonna pass ya, blast some dust your way
Well you got skills and something to prove
But you're in my way so you better move
One foot on the pedal but never on the brake
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Met someone I knew before
The windowpane to the soul
They will never let you down
And we'd know
We've seen each other around
Doing the late night downtown crawl
Deep inside I know I'm sick and tired of it all
It comes too quick and goes too fast
Does anything ever last at all?
We're just looking for a wall to crash into
And me I'd be happy just bumping into you
Here I am and there they go
And if you ask me how I know
The oldest story in the world
Then I hope someday you'll know
That they'll never die if you never grieve
Everybody's moving to a place they gotta leave
So kill your TV and kill your phone
Be quiet and be alone with you
When technology solves apologies I will retire
With records and candles and pencils and cameras
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Walking on down to the seventh grade dance
And I don't know what we're going there for
No one's gonna talk to us, we'll look real silly
Staring at the gymnasium floor
I'll wrestle the beat
With my two left feet
They'll laugh and they'll stare
At what my mom made me wear
Tomorrow I'll wake up
Crying and smiling
It's just another day in the suburbs
Where behind every cloud there's a big ball of burning sunshine
Sometimes
Hitching a ride to the high school dance
And I don't know what we're going there for
The girls are so pretty in their shopping mall fashions
And we're so invisible to them
I feel like I'm in
Some John Hughes film
Like a dream we've all had
Where you can't run too fast
Tomorrow we'll wake up
Crying and smiling
Driving on up to the Hollywood party
I dunno what I'm going there for
There's too many fools and too many rules
And dress codes, and I'm one too many people there
They'll shake and they'll grin
Sharing 8 by 10's
They'll point and they'll laugh
At my photograph
Tomorrow they'll wake up
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Why the hell we waiting in line?
A billion cars are front and behind
We're going the way of the dinosaur
And only this next time
And everything will be alright
If this coffin that I'm in was supplied
I'd sail on home to my T.V. set
I'm at Surprano's on at Sunday night (I can't spell the T.V. show name, but it's that mob family thing)
Hey you move the car in front of me
I've got a message for you
Could you pass it on to the guy sitting in the car in front of you
Ask him to pass it along
To...
Chorus:
If we all drive 25
We're gettin' no where
If we all drive 75
We'll get there faster
If we all drive 105
We'll get to heaven on time
Bump all the bump ah, grumps
All racing to get over the humpth
And we realize what's on the other side
And it no wonder why we come undone
But I don't let it get me down, I just take a look around
My wind shield is a movie screen
And everybody's acting like a clown
Hey you move the car in front of me
I've got a message for you
Could you pass it on to the guy sitting in the car in front of you
Ask him to pass it along
To...
Chorus
And in the end zone we see a couch
With our T.V. dinner rights
So if you see my window rolling down
I got to change some foul mouth to cut you downside
Hey you move the car in front of me
I've got a message for you
Could you pass it on to the guy sitting in the car in front of you
Ask him to pass it along
To...
Chorus
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It's 2003
And where do you wanna be?
Back in '42 or 1970?
And maybe we should just take a look around
I don't get why the planet is so upset
Don't do something you might regret
I'm telling you it's starting to get in the way
Let's have some fun
While we're still young
Turn up the sound
Til your feet leave the ground
Let's drive the car
Til we've gone too far
Then we'll pick up the pieces
And push it back home
Let's start with liberty's broken heart
And NYC could never be torn apart
It could be one world, not three
Girlfriend, kiss his very soul
Boyfriend, tell her she's beautiful
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We need a new planet
You were a rock but I took you for granite
Ain't that a shame, ain't it a sin?
We added too much baggage when our ship came in
Like a laser beam
You're never what I'm seeing
I ought to better my best behavior
I can't deny I lit the fire
But the twist of fate bridge was gonna burn anyway
Without you, it's no fun
It's like a total eclipse of the sun
Without you it's no wonder
It's like a total eclipse of the sun
It's just that time of the season
I'm getting tongue-tied facing my demons
But I'm free cuz I want you to be
But the twist of fate bridge was gonna burn anyway
We need a new planet
You were a peach but I told you to can it
You weren't the only pig in the pen
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Hold me down
I'm gonna fly straight to heaven
Hold me down
Don't ever let go
I've been around
You know I can't stay forever
And when I leave
I want you to know -
When I'm finally gone, I'm gonna be gone without a trace
There's a lot of good times ahead before we're done
And on top of this list of things before I leave this place
You are my number one, yes you are my number one
Cause you can tell me lies, you know that I'd still believe you (say wha?)
Stay right here don't leave from that spot (come right back here my girl)
I can't go, you know I'm afraid to leave you
Don't you know? you're all that I've got
I'm afraid if you go you might disappear behind a mist
And I'd rather be hung from a tree or shot by a gun
And of all of these things that matter here upon my list
You are my number one, yes you are my number one
You are my number one (say so)
Trying to make it clear (good gosh)
Trying to let you know
When you're afraid
I'm gonna be there...
When I'm finally gone, I'm gonna be gone without a trace
There's a lot of good times ahead before we're done
And and and on top of this list of things before I leave this place
You are my number one
Yea you are my number one
Whoa baby, said you are my number one
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