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di Lennon

JOHN LENNON

Three, four

Well, everybody’s talking and no one says a word
Everybody’s making love and no one really cares
There’s matches in the bathroom, just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on
There’s always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They’re starving back in China so finish what you got

Nobody told me there’d be days like these
Nobody told me there’d be days like these
Nobody told me there’d be days like these
Strange days indeed
Strange days indeed

Everybody’s runnin’ and no one makes a move
Well, everybody’s a winner
And nothing left to lose
There’s a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu
Everybody’s flying and no one leaves the ground
Well, everybody’s crying and no one makes a sound
There’s a place for us in movies
You just gotta lay around

Nobody told me there’d be days like these
Nobody told me there’d be days like these
Nobody told me there’d be days like these
Strange days indeed
Most peculiar, mama…

di C. Greenwood, J. Greenwood,O’Brien, Selvay, Yorke

RADIOHEAD

I’m the next act
Waiting in the wings
I’m an animal
Trapped in your hot car
I am all the days
That you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I am a moth
Who just wants to share your light
I’m just an insect
Trying to get out of the night
I only stick with you
Because there are no others

You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

It’s all wrong
It’s all wrong
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all right…

di Sixx

MOTLEY CRUE

Now listen up
She’s razor sharp
If she don’t get her way
She’ll slice you apart
Now she’s a cool, cool black
She moves like a cat
If you don’t get her name
Well you might not make it back

She’s got the looks that kill, that kill
She’s got the looks that kill, that kill
She’s got the look

Now she’s bulletproof
She keeps her motor clean
Oh, and believe me, you
She’s a number thirteen
The clock strikes midnight
She’s lookin’ louder and louder
She’s gonna turn on her juice, boy
Well then she’ll turn on her power

She’s got the looks that kill, that kill
She’s got the looks that kill, that kill
She’s got the look

She’s got looks that kill
She’s got the look

Hey

…

Di Ray, Kahne, Bean, Zarate, Tellez

SUGAR RAY

Every morning there’s a halo hangin’ from the corner
Of my girlfriend’s four-post bed
I know it’s not mine but I’ll see if I can use it
For the weekend or a one-night stand

Couldn’t understand
How to work it out
Once again as predicted, left my broken heart open
And you ripped it out

Something’s got me reelin’
Stopped me from believin’
Turn me around again
Said that we can do it
You know I wanna do it again

Oh
(Every morning) oh
(Every morning when I wake up)
(Shut the door, baby, don’t say a word)
Oh (she always rights the wrong)
Oh (she always rights, she always rights)
(Shut the door, baby, shut the door, baby)…