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i cant explain the reason for this
but somehow theres pain
holding this inside where it stays
until i find the key to your heart
but you make it so hard
but if hope is around one day i'll find it
why do we always seem to want what we can't have
why do you think that kissing me is something bad
goodbye to the breaker of my heart
if you want me around one day i'll find you
i've waited for someone (someone)
someone like you (someone like you)
Try me once i'll be there (i'll be there)
I'll be there for you
You know my name
but you won't
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(Leslie / Day)
Can't take no more lies or cheating
I had took a long hard
Dragged out miserable life you see
Nothing means much to me
Stand up call out
Don't take nothing low down
It's much better
When you're making your own way
Your own say
Won't we feel good that morning
Going along our way together
Won't we feel good that day hey hey hey hey
Going along together
Taking our time in seeking our pleasure
Won't we feel good that day hey hey hey hey
Won't we feel good that morning
Going along our way
Won't we feel g
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On a night with no lights
They found a young girl's body
Jigged and beaten and they made it a priority
But the boys in blue couldn't solve the case
Because the girl that hit the curb didn't have no face
They found her on Delancy Street, Christmas Eve
No suspect sought, much to my relief
And I said wash your face little girl, for real
Pretend you came back with that mass appeal
Now diamonds for your pearl, clicking and heels
Shaking that ass for extra value meals
And down that part of town, that frightens the masses
Filled with mean motherfuckers and
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They flutter behind you your possible pasts,Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost.A warning to anyone still in command[Cattle truck noises]"Ranks! Fire!"Of their possible future, to take care.In derelict sidings the poppies entwineWith cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time.
Do you remember me? How we used to be?Do you think we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smileHaunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macsFor the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs.Stepping up boldly one pu
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