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Your clothes are hiding all your misery
There’s pain out there far as the eye can see
God was nailed to a tree
I drank his blood It taste like me
The bombs are flying farther than the birds
I’m sitting here trying to think of the words
The clowns are leaving with their dignity
I’ve fallen victim to sincerity
There’s a ghost behind you and I think it’s me
There’s a ghost behind you and I think it’s me
There’s a ghost behind you
There’s a ghost behind you
There’s a ghost behind you
I write my story at the speed of sound
I tell the tales in every town
I was born outta context
Surrounded by men with their muscles flexed
There’s a ghost behind you and I think it’s me
There’s a ghost behind you and I think it’s me
There’s a ghost behind you
There’s a ghost behind you
There’s a ghost behind you
Don’t think
Just feel
Nothing can change
The way I feel
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2. |
Mary-Jane
04:02
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Mary-Jane
I can't let you drive the car
Mary-Jane
I can't let you drive the car
You're confused little baby
You got no idea who you are
I said, Mary-Jane
I gotchu in my custody
Said, Mary-Jane
I gotchu in my custody
This is citizen's arrest, baby
I'm afraid you're gonna have to be comin' with me
Well I searched you in the kitchen
Kissed you in the hall
Kissed you baby on the back of your neck
You better come when I call
Mary-Jane
Said I got you on my brain
You offer yourself to me
But I respectfully abstain
Mary-Jane
Came by your house on Christmas day
But your parents won't let me in
Told me to take my presents and go away
But believe me Mary-Jane
Because this is the truth
Me and you, we're gonna be together permanently, someday
Said Mary-Jane
Baby baby, why can't you be true?
I said Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane
Oh baby baby, why can't you be true?
You know that long red hair
has got me feeling indescribably
I said that long red hair
has got me feeling indescribably
Said that long red hair has got me feeling indescribably blue.
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3. |
Street Fighter 2
03:17
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4. |
I Wanna Be Ya Baby
04:27
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I wanna be ya baby
I said, I wanna be ya baby.
I wanna forget everything
Anybody ever taught me
I wanna give it on out
I wanna get forgotten
I wanna fuck myself up
I wanna scramble my brains
I wanna give it away
Till nothing remains
I wanna be ya baby
I said, I wanna be ya baby
You know, I never could tell
right from wrong
But I knew you were evil
all along
you keep your bulldog
on a chain
well i am going to...
I wanna be ya baby
I said, I wanna be ya baby
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