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To be like this a youthful heart
Glorious a humble start
Meandering a weary soul
Wandering to avoid the cold
Staggering from time to time
Sometimes even wane my shine
Fall get up and try again
Over and over I feel the bend
And Ill live, breath, get up, fall
And Ill trust love, get up fall
And Ill live free, get up fall
I might get up slow, but I'll get up
To be like this or not like that
Be still observe the others chat
I think my thoughts have become fat
But not exactly too exact
Change my mind as words can do
Change your mind I hope to do
Our opinions like a screw
Might penetrate what we've been through
And Ill live, breathe, get up, fall
And Ill trust love, get up fall
And Ill live free, get up fall
I might get up slow, but I'll get up
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Can't Say No
03:13
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Out of control, shut me down before me head explodes
Oh, I suppose that I should know, what I should know by now
Keep polite and wait my turn, sleepless nights, I toss and burn
Maybe I’m just afraid I’ll never learn
*Cause I can say no…
I’ve done it again, extend myself beyond what I intend
A brilliant plan, but stretched too thin
How long can I pretend
Everything to everyone, I have no life, but I’ll get it done
Sometimes it really sucks to give a damn
‘Cause I can’t say no…
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KMA
03:01
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Late bloomer, straight shooter, if she knew what she knows now
Can’t fool her, way cuter, now that she knows how
Can’t stop her, big knockers, take off without a care
‘Cause she’s really tough and she’ll shake it up, with her Suzi Quatro hair
She’ll let go, she won’t care, she’ll mix it up, she’ll fight fair
Won’t make a fuss, take off the mask, this late bloomer says
*You can kiss my ass…
Late talker, no shocker, took a while to read the signs
But she’ll go boldly, and she’ll speak coldly, like you gotta do sometimes
A bite, a slice, the stage feels nice, she’s got this, doesn’t need advice
This punk-rock chick has paid the price, a little late, but that’s all right
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Dive bars, dinner tables, dances, greasy diners
Across the seas, the Philippines and up to China
From The Bayou, Serengeti, down to Guatemala
Sit down, shut up, no one likes a whiner
Good sex, upset, Im tired, you bet
Jump high, no net, Han Solo Bobophet
Big mouth, big head, big money, you’re dead
FU FU FU in any language
Rockin The Stated, from LA to Carolina
Sister sucker punch, sulkin with a shiner
Ping-pong, pick up game, party on the plaza
Pissed off, shut up, no one likes a whiner
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Back To Bed
03:20
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Anything but an open book, scratchy cover, hard to look
Playing heroes on TV, broken story, every week
He thinks you think that he doesn’t know, fear of fear, quietly suppose
Drags his feet as he steps ahead, just get home and back to bed
From behind my bedroom door Ill spy
To make sure you will stay nearby, that you will stay nearby
And I’ll rant and rave and scream and cry
But I don’t really wanna die, I don’t really want to die
Garbage day, he throws away all the stench of his past mistakes
Heavy hand-me-downs fall off, stripped away his heart unlocks
He thinks about all the things he thinks, life, love, loss, the kitchen sink
Many pages left to write, and open book with kindred sight
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Even though you drive me crazy, even though your breath is bad
Even though you’re kinda lazy, and you east too fast
Even when you're condescending, and everything I do, it makes you sick
And when it's obvious you're not listening, you act like such a prick
*Baby I love you even though. Baby I love you even though
Baby I love you even though, You make me crazy
And when you criticize my driving, it drives me totally insane
Although you're gray and kinda balding, and your shirt has tons of stains
And when you need to pull your pants up, cause your ass is hanging out so far
My love for you is blind, cause down deep. I know you are a star
Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad
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Music Thank You
04:11
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Feet gonna stand here solid, flat gonna keep my balance
ON the ground I walk on, FLOOR gonna keep my balance
Feel I just go with the flow so I can feel my freedom
Flowing though my bones I’m gonna keep my feet
Gonna stand here solid flat gonna keep my balance
on the ground I walk on floor gotta keep my
Gotta keep my balance, gotta keep my balance
*Thank you my best friend when I wanna pack it in
Thank God you extend your hand when I done belly land
Again, Music thank you
Amen, you’re my bookends when I couldn’t keep it in
Thank God you extended your hand when I done belly land, again
Music thank you
Hope gonna keep my head up high, even when I’m losing faith is gonna be Ok,
Gotta keep my balance, Feel I just go with the flow
So I can feel my rhythm flowing through my bones
When I fall I gotta hold on to my last chance, gotta hold on with my free hand
Gotta hold on to my balance ‘cause music will come
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Squish it down, seal it up, hold it deep inside my gut
That thing I wish I could forget, regret I wish I could forget
Ill throw it out, onto the floor, Ill scream it out, "I am a whore"
I used to care, but not any more
My bangs I cut them so I can see, that I need glasses almost free
The hardest part to cut the cord, afraid of what I’m not too sure
I'll throw it out into the trash, Ill scream it out
It's about time, but I aint comin' back
*I used to beat myself up about it, make my mind up and then I'd doubt it
But now I let it go
I used to get my panties in a bunch about it, my heart it felt so crowded
But now I let it go
*Let it go
Exploding hearts, exploding thought, racing though and running hot
I couldn't stop, it hurt a lot, the clots and knots, I knocked them out
Juggernaut of roll and rock, I kicked I fought, pissed off a lot
But now I’m just not
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Drunk Creepy Guy
03:20
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Never been one to like long boring stories, I'm worried, at forty
I can tell you that I've heard a few
And I’m just a little bit worried, that it all this drunken glory
I might come off as a little rude
We all just wanna get loose sometimes, kick a few back so we unwind
Chat it up, meet a friend, ‘cause maybe it's the weekend
Then somebody gets the wrong idea, thinks that they're being so sincere
But I'm out-a here, she's out-a here, we're out-a here
*Drunk creepy guy, with that sexy look in your eye
Might run the other way. or tell ya that I'm gay
Drunk creepy grin, had a little bit too much gin
Just threw up in my mouth a little bit, I don't mean to be a jerk
But you can't take a hint
Never been one to like arrogant bullies, I'm worried, the fury
That this song might create a few
And even though you’re nice, you kinda give me the willies
And it might be kinda silly, but this conversation is through
We all just wanna get loose sometimes, kick a few back so we unwind
Chat it up, meet a friend, 'cause maybe it's the weekend
Then somebody gets the wrong idea, thinks that they’re being so sincere
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Survivor Face
03:13
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People listen to me soft and distant
While I catch my breath, I wonder what comes next
Things keep hooking me in, I ‘ll step, I’ll dance, look within
I guess Ill wait for the waves, to come my way
Love a parade, Illuminate in energetic ways
So the beat goes on, and I’m happy
Delivering a rhythm that is driven from within
A complicated system, a condition of the wind, La la la..
*Survivor face, such a lonesome place, be bold, be smart, be cool, be great
But from time to time, my heart still breaks, just be all I can see, It’ only me in here
The faster I run, the harder I fall, the bigger I bet, the chance Ill lose it all
I trip on a twig, that I saw before, but it’s grown over time and shut my door
Snap a shot quick, while I’m still standing tall
For proof that Lisa was here, before she forgets it all
Ill listen, I’ll guess, which note comes next, yes
I’m wicked wicked tired but I’ll sleep when I’m dead
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No Small Children Los Angeles, California
No Small Children are three rockin chicks from LA that wear pretty dresses on stage and sing songs that make you feel powerful and happy to be where you are...
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