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To lie, to know a secret just between you and me I don't know where I'm goin I don't know where I wanna be but that's another side to this life I've been

Martian men are coming to earth they're abducting all of the jerks, Martian men are coming to earth Martian men, don't take me Pods are landing from

Cyndi Lauper: Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you caught up in circles confusion-- is nothing new Flashback--warm nights-- almost

All these winter days barely go by All the light has gone I don't know why Now I need a friend to do me right or ride on in You need a helping hand to

Now tonight as I write this note to you There's sorrow in my heart I hate to say goodbye my dear But it's better that we part Don't think that I'

can i get some air to breath? we're suffocating ourselves with mediocrity. we lose the battle daily. cemented in sentiment. sentimentally yours, my dying

Nine of diamonds, nine of diamonds Lord, that's a lucky card We'll celebrate it when we've made it I'll jump all over your yard I'll jump all over your

pasar Ya me veo esta noche Corriendo como todos los demas La, la, la, lluvia me hace despabilar Y en este tren mis zapatos Son distintos a los demas

Black and gold, a safe combination Heaviness sets the seed for the next generation You say we're so alike, well I wouldn't want to live on the difference