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I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me

Wipe that smile of your f*cking face
Wipe that smile of your faace

WE AT THE HOTEL, MOTEL, HOLIDAY INN.

I was born the day John Lennon died.

The front looks like a car, the back looks like a truck.
The front is where we kiss, the back is where we-El Camino! El! El Camino!

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide.
In a champagne supernova in the sky.

Look so cute when you get that mad
You drain the life from me
And it feels oh so good

When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

And run from them
From them
With no direction
We'll run from them
From them
With no conviction

I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact they follow me
And we just go in circles

ERIC FELL IN LOVE
WITH AN FBI INFORMANT
SHARED HIS DREAMS OF REVOLUTION
NOW HE'S LOCKED IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU THINK...
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY...
MIGHT BE USED AGAINST YOU IN COURT ONE DAY

Keep your princesses
'Cause Sonic doesn't need a story
He runs fast and gets rings, and loop-de-loops his way into your heart...

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on Earth I could be
thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place where we'd meet
and you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

oh, give us your vote, give us your vote
if you know what's good for you

'cause you don't need to change
your future is with us

girl, i got that dope dick
now come here let me dope you
you gon' be a dope fiend
your friends should call you dopey

everything must belong somewhere

There's nowhere for us to go.

you've taken me under
stolen my thunder
and I think I'm all out of fight, I want you to win
All that I ever was is burning in this lust
Your love is a weapon and it's turning me to dust
D is for dangerous

honey, hold me. because when you're not i fall so easy.

you're my undercover lover
you get your kicks for free

There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet.
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat.
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
and they laugh in a language I don’t understand.
But I love them.
Why do I love them?