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from Cursed (커스드) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (2005)
Junkie XL is in the house
Junkie XL is in the house So you wanna play games, sweetie You think you're such a smooth operator You're tempted by fame And you think my bark is worse than my bite Your breath smells like sulfur Remember your the dancing cougar I wouldn't want you conquered You'll tumble all again, you're so far 'Cause I got friends in high places Don't cross 'em that's a chance you've taken I got friends in all the right places Listen, look behind 'cause they're coming for you Don't twist my good nature, not my fault You can look in the mirror, you laugh like a hyena Listen up 'cause you don't wanna mess with me They're after you, they're coming for you, now I've got enough 'Cause I got friends in high places Wouldn't cross them, that's a chance you're taking I got friends in all the right places Better look behind 'cause they're watching you 'Cause I got friends in high places Don't cross 'em that's a chance you've taken I got friends in all the right places Listen, look behind 'cause they're coming for you They're after you, they're coming for you So you wanna play games, sweetie You think you're such a smooth operator You're tempted by fame And you think my bark is worse than my bite Your breath smells like sulfur Remember your the dancing cougar I wouldn't want you conquered Your tumble will only get you so far Listen up 'cause you don't wanna mess with me 'Cause I got friends in high places Don't cross 'em that's a chance you're taking I got friends in all the right places Better look behind 'cause they're coming for you 'Cause I got friends in high places Don't cross 'em that's a chance you're taking I got friends in all the right places Listen, look behind 'cause they're coming for you They're after you, they're coming for you |
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from Junkie Xl - Big Sounds Of The Drags (1999)
I used to crystal up my dreams as a teen in my bedroom scene,
Playin' the poser, (...) Fanatic like l.a. locusts (?), My quest, Tempestious, Euphonimous, Plannin' bombing scipts, Turnin' the chips, Flex statuesque, Make record sales spread around like acne, Takin' over like the hover Uncanny abilities rocking you whigpiece, Days of playing air guitar, Now your staring so far, At crowds, Open and scoping to a superstar. Chorus: Built me up to destroy again, You healed me once from the void again, Beyond limits is my action radius Need your love to feel the poise and stand Between scylia and charybdis, Boredom versus debris, Daily routines make moods vary like parkingmeters, Feeling hollow like empty bottles, In pieces like jigsaw puzzles, Lack of purpose, Like winos in disillusionment guzzle, When problems operate like vortex on brain cortex, Music could be more sex than porno flicks with chicks can pack, Discontinuity, Audience see is attraction like a magnet to mic and amp it, Constantly... (chorus) ...hey hello... Last city with the baddest ditties got the crowds giddy, This kitty got with me, Swivvy and drippy, At the after party, In any land i'm getting more grace than presley, From legions bigger than hooligans from chelsea, My voice is considered golden like my dame shirley bassey, My doses attack like tuberculosis from here to tallahssee, Adrenaline got me spinning in bed reminiscin' at the marriot, Never end the night period. |
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from Junkie Xl - Big Sounds Of The Drags (1999)
She was born fat to believe to be wed
is a blessing with doubt without believe Matrimony, so phony Her up bringing real gloomy Like a church mouth to his pouch Before filling a duty Counting out to all around Left room shadow When thoughts about pout Outlays with sulk In disgust she's filled with void She said... Zerotonine, I'm in line, to feel fine Everything else, makes me blind Rings are gold and funds are mould The story turns old, to kick it in so bold Now rise and unfold All awhile I focus in the fiftieth mid Wrapped to a person that could Only be my dad Mom's bliss's a chocolate but Versus regret She said, she said... Zerotonine, I'm in line, to feel fine Everything else, makes me blind Zerotonine, I'm in line, to feel fine Everything else, makes me blind The girls next door Slaves to explore Gets more than she's looking for Adventure k.o. no quid pro quo's Gonna make her feel down and low What a faint make up (It's) Hard to keep the face up Many partners come and go Before she wakes up Those who stay Make it tempo-free made a wish she said If you buy yesterday Who's faster faster each day and I stay on her finest array then I heard her say I heard her say Zerotonine, I'm in line, to feel fine Everything else, makes me blind Talked to the one who had no fun From the day of their own prom Hide behind quibbler lunch Heard the words of great importance Zerotonine, I'm in line, to feel fine Everything else, makes me blind Zerotonine, I'm in line, to feel fine Everything else, makes me blind |
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from Junkie Xl - Big Sounds Of The Drags (1999)
To play Russian roulette
Do you know how to play Russian roulette? No, I don't... You play Russian roulette this way: I have this pistol One bullet in chamber Spin cilinder Cock the gun Hold the gun to your head And pull the trigger Now you go Here is the pistol Uh, what do you say when we do two out of three... Fall in the bass Fall in the bass Fall in the bass You'll embrace Fall in the bass You'll embrace Fall in the bass You'll embrace Fall in the bass You'll embracing a stay Fall in the bass You're embracing a stay Let's come from eight When love razorblade Fall in the bass You're embracing a stay Let's come from eight When love razorblade Fall in the bass Fall in the bass Fall in the bass Fall in the bass You're embracing a stay Fall in the bass You're embracing a stay Let's come from eight When love razorblade Fall in the bass You're embracing a stay Let's come from eight When love razorblade Fall in the bass Fall in the bass Fall in the bass Fall in the bass You're embracing a stay Fall in the bass You're embracing a stay Let's come from eight When love razorblade (repeat) Ah, you lose... |
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from Junkie Xl - Big Sounds Of The Drags (1999)
Connecting channel to channel
Communications are rebel That we're looking for harmony Like the bass and the treble Divide it like pebble Hallucinating battles But we can't saddle separate the hassling tattle Hope can strangle, mangled to confused and Believe with the strength of Rosicrucians Searching for human touch Trust will be loving such Musical solution Simple revolution beats and pulses Our frek will remeness Questing for better pet No it sounds really bad Wageness We get, the sweat My only methaphoreman Let this cats only live for heavier sex Chemical surfin' and ol' daddy seemed killed Yesterday struggle success will predict a meat ness The violent we stand, united we fall In desperate goals Don't you know ? Don't you know ? We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere Legion From the blasting gunshots And have nots Escapism, inefficacious They'll be with you no wrong or track spots So blasting yours, blasting ya' away Seek your better days Now it's confusing, the matter stay Shift shifting, shot lifting Anything the top lifting Benefit This is a part, could my drifting Seek destiny it will find thee slow Don't you know ? Don't you know ? We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere Legion Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy Crazy highs and your terrible lows (repeat) It controls We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere We are legion Supported through the collective Out there, somewhere Legion It controls |
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from Junkie Xl - Radio Jxl - A Broadcast From The Computerhell Cabin (2003)
Rages in the city
Saturday night Take your chance Boy, do or die Cuz tomorrow comes And nothing feels the same Take your chance Fool's paradise Used to be a friend of mine It's a crusher Gonna crush ya I'll just crush ya |
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from Junkie Xl - Radio Jxl - A Broadcast From The Computerhell Cabin (2003)
I've been watching for some time
Can't believe the lies you spread See I can see the world It just lumbers in my head So pick yourself up and dust yourself down Pick yourself up and dust yourself down Into your mind Read the signs Reload Reload Pick yourself up and dust yourself down I've been looking for some time I knew that I had to be much more So pick yourself up and dust yourself down Pick yourself up and dust yourself down Into your mind Read the signs Reload Reload Pick yourself up and dust yourself down |
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from Junkie Xl - Radio Jxl - A Broadcast From The Computerhell Cabin (2003)
Junkie XL is in the house
Junkie XL is in the house So you wanna play games, sweetie You think you're such a smooth operator You're tempted by fame And you think my bark is worse than my bite Your breath smells like sulfur Remember your the dancing cougar I wouldn't want you conquered You'll tumble all again, you're so far 'Cause I got friends in high places Don't cross 'em that's a chance you've taken I got friends in all the right places Listen, look behind 'cause they're coming for you Don't twist my good nature, not my fault You can look in the mirror, you laugh like a hyena Listen up 'cause you don't wanna mess with me They're after you, they're coming for you, now I've got enough 'Cause I got friends in high places Wouldn't cross them, that's a chance you're taking I got friends in all the right places Better look behind 'cause they're watching you 'Cause I got friends in high places Don't cross 'em that's a chance you've taken I got friends in all the right places Listen, look behind 'cause they're coming for you They're after you, they're coming for you So you wanna play games, sweetie You think you're such a smooth operator You're tempted by fame And you think my bark is worse than my bite Your breath smells like sulfur Remember your the dancing cougar I wouldn't want you conquered Your tumble will only get you so far Listen up 'cause you don't wanna mess with me 'Cause I got friends in high places Don't cross 'em that's a chance you're taking I got friends in all the right places Better look behind 'cause they're coming for you 'Cause I got friends in high places Don't cross 'em that's a chance you're taking I got friends in all the right places Listen, look behind 'cause they're coming for you They're after you, they're coming for you |
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from Junkie Xl - Radio Jxl - A Broadcast From The Computerhell Cabin (2003)
Hand in hand we stand below
A perfect blue sky You and me alone again Hand in hand we stand under The perfect blue sky Waiting for the world It's not as if we have that luck No endless time to dream, to fall in love To ever get to know. If you start summer days as though The sweetest life we ever will If you take this before we go A perfect blue sky A perfect sky; a million stories left untold A perfect blue sky A perfect sky; a million stories left untold A perfect blue sky Side by side we slide below A perfect blue sky Not sure where; not sure when. We always knew this day would come too soon A perfect blue teal gray or black And all that once was gold The hopes we had to grow To understand the reasons why I'll go A million stories left untold A perfect blue sky A perfect sky; a million stories left untold A perfect blue sky A perfect sky; a million stories left untold A perfect blue sky A million stories left untold A million stories left untold |
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from Junkie Xl - Radio Jxl - A Broadcast From The Computerhell Cabin (2003)
Woah, woah woah woah woah
Woah, woah woah woah woah You're never alone When time is tight Days are long Got to find the light And keep it on In times like these Sisters and brothers Lights are abound The truth needs no color So much to play No time to play it Got nothin' to say I'm gonna say it Say it on my own Woah, woah woah woah woah Woah, woah woah woah woah Woah, woah woah woah woah You're never alone Was there a past Is there a future Got to turn your hands To whatever suits ya Whatever it takes You've gotta take it You keep your faith You're gonna make it Make it on your own Woah, woah woah woah woah Woah, woah woah woah woah Woah, woah woah woah woah You're never alone So much to play No time to play it Got nothin to say I'm gonna say it Say it Say it Say it on my own Woah, woah woah woah woah Woah, woah woah woah woah Woah, woah woah woah woah You're never alone X2 You're never alone You're never alone |
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from Junkie Xl - Radio Jxl - A Broadcast From The Computerhell Cabin (2003)
See a glimpse inside the pool, it's hollow,
Come to know a time when he will haunt you. Snapping at my heals made me live, Someone take me back to the angel realm, today. Each step I take the shadows grow longer, Padded footfalls in the dark I wander. Come to steal your lifeblood away, Looking for a beauty that never fades. |
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from Junkie Xl - Radio Jxl - A Broadcast From The Computerhell Cabin (2003)
Fading out
Holding on the innocent weep Luck's run out Left this hole inside of me Crying out Screaming down as the echoes within The cat is out No more secrets left to keep The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun One by one the moment has come The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun And waived goodbye to love again Staring down Tears roll down and land at your feet Broken clouds A canvas torn for all to see The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun One by one the moment has come The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun And waived goodbye to love again The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun One by one the moment has come The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun And waived goodbye to love again Fading out Holding on |
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from Junkie Xl - Today (2006)
You've got the bluest eyes
That I have seen Lost up in the skies Caught in a dream What you whisper to me And breathe into my veins And believe in magic To wash away the stain And it feels like today So just hold on tight And let it slip away X2 Give me all the weight That holds you down Don't let it stop And burn in for the sound And the world keeps moving It's all I've ever known And I know inside that I'll never be alone And it feels like today So just hold on tight And let it slip away X6 |
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from Junkie Xl - Today (2006)
Tell me where you're from
Are there mountians? Behind the grande facade Foundations for a flight. Tell me how you feel This time are you for real Do you feel Your sense of wrong is right As if the same despite Your earth-bound revival Do you feel As if you've lost the fight As if the same to-night Or any other morning Tell me does it hurt And are there night-mares Up above the grande facade Your words are fallen apart Won't you tell me who'd you'd be This time you are for real Do you feel Your sense of wrong is right As if the same despite Your earth-bound revival Do you feel As if you've lost the fight As if the same tonight Or any other morning Do you feel (do you feel) Do you Feel (Any-thing) Do you Feel Do you feel And so we find What it means to become We are so very young, my love Tho' seldom we spoke We are both on the road, We shall become my love... |
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from Junkie Xl - Saturday Teenage Kick (2007)
It's the conformist
takin' the firm fist of the idealist taken the shitlist. And now, the purist stays the purist till the shit hits the fan of the culprits and then the lawyer will destroy a motivation to become the purist and the terrorist is really fed up with. Nothing strategic to beseige with and supremacists touch the surface with their racist hatred. That glues eyelids. Those with politics all polite on tricks cripple the masses on the road to riches. Underachievers united, why fight it, can't hide it. |
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from Junkie Xl - Saturday Teenage Kick (2007)
Life is hard,
life is short, pained by law, like Billy Club. Scatter, scram, here's the man, laws to bend that hurt like hell. Zig zag, check attack, the joke is back and hurts like hell. Hear the call, run and fall, taking tolls, that hurt like hell. Scatter, scram, here's the man, laws to bend that hurt like hell. Cautious, ambitious, when the richest max to the fullest. Be the coolest, Mr. Nuisance. Motor cruisin', limo usin', tax rate abusin', counterfeit usin', snake attack, imposter, "dealin' with the roster". Two face Harvey Dent cointosser gets the hunger with the sensation monger Guess who stays younger? |
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from Junkie Xl - Saturday Teenage Kick (2007)
Start act
human race glance attrack. Give a shot life's a rut experience in a long shot. Big strut, big strut, big fun, what you got they throw some mud leap strut move hubbub something that you can't dodge dodge, avoid, umemployed, how you gonna fill the void? Void gap it's you that tries to step, step by step, metrolike, metrolike. Pep choice, it's your choice to make some noise toys cool boys watch the mind, voice, voice tone, stand alone, how did I land on this zone, space one of these days, opportunity knocks, go chase be an ace, race, craze, speeds fades nowadays, feel pissed, get dismissed, your favorite wish gets dismissed tongue twist, throw a fit fix a "hit" like the other's did determine wit, takes up, breaks up, no job is tip top. Ad men plan again. Things get out of hand man. Oops up behind your head, can you see who back stabs? Corporate talk make's steps hand clap money puts you on the right track nothing is gone last fad one day long another passed. Billboard list take a dip, the record slime he needs a bit, play hip, get tripped, always knew you don't fit, you know, I know, who's foolin who but you don't go. Get shoved feel the heat someone's gonna take a seat get cropped get beat find your ass down on a street sour mood, substitute, maybe he's going for the looth. All ideas, see no ears, tight suit, fat neck just peer... out of here need just more a true help to your career nothing's clear in the pot, the man who stirs ownes a lot all I've got, battered soul payed a toll. So what will unfold? Ad man plans again, things get out of hand man! |
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from Junkie Xl - Saturday Teenage Kick (2007)
Junkie expanding limits.
Funky integration, record needle shooting doses host like Moses, party population, peeps catch the beat frantic, poors are pouring strobe lights on polygon hallucination gives you more and crazy moods, stretch the grooves for the flock no amuck. Superduper "hi-tec" rock for the soft knock or hard knock keep a few bucks taxi cab after shock follows the drug marathon strechtin' on 'till the fever pitch drums. Junkie expands his limits. Show stops, door pops, bouncers catch fat nuts, nigthclubbin' flock. Steppin' slo-mo like sand box got these souls rollin' stranding like ships and shoals. Satiated, blatant, tainted. Now sanity shows holes, sleep overcome the ones that followed the God of fun. Honey buns with burns get the watchful eye stunned. Teens get the spirit exchanging digits from sky pagers dipsomania never sane to ya the lust is major catch brothers on the rebound for skins on the skeez route. Those with wheels, fleshy feels, surely got clout what it's all about, stretch the funky addiction line to line, minds unwind. With the cocaine dissolution syringe tricks the kick in private seclusion chase the rush it was tough to loose the kaleidoscopic illusion. Stretch the limit, kill the cynic in the human shell feel the funky never flunky in the Junkie XL. Junkie expands his limits. |
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from Junkie Xl - Saturday Teenage Kick (2007)
You have been living like a rot
And you can say you've not But in case you forgot You gotta give... it your best shot You've been bowin' on spots like metronome Pack rat packs 'the papers' like super gnome Punch the clock in situations no win Catch the weekdays-past and next begins Ambitions overrated, gets equated With the freedom you'll be cravin', motivated than sedated Feel like crackle doin' battle with the working cattle The same shackle tackles fellows, pains the marrow Commodities used once then destroyed To many pawns just to fill the void Now you hit to flex real stallion Blow steam shine like gold medallion Scandalous Vandalous Morals vanishing Chemicals Refills Sexkill Panting Weekday one wrecks the promise of '2001' violent Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in You have been living like a rot And you can say you've not But in case you forgot You gotta give... it your best shot Teenage Kick Teenage Kick Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in You have been living like a rot And you can say you've not But in case you forgot You gotta give... it your best shot Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in Enough said |
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from Junkie Xl - Saturday Teenage Kick (2007)
Mix it with mine, with yours
if the othordox ways crime ingnorance tricks the men sting again like porcupine skin complexion won't give direction hail to mulatto italiano farrago anything with a twist yo for the night flows hot like sirocco mix with all for the ritual. Win skin like Marlon Brando in the last tango now I'm single in the disco club schizo when the disk spins loud colloyuial go. Juices up loosen up let the lust overflows my cup pop. Mix it with mine, blend it with yours. Seeking a true force melange. Never mind check the signs intertwine, cool: melange. Ascetic aspects get no contact amatory looks for hot sex, screaming from your voice box, larynx o yeah! Steppin' to a girl that basically is way out of your league out of reach, but the peach makes lips glisten, blushin' your cheeks, hold the courage and the guts aided by Millerquads or Buds alcohol creates the stud to strut in perfect duds so much for phase one, it takes one line to flake out son as you glance top - bottom, butt gives the shakes on shoot the gift for swift quick linguistic let libido uplift, arrange the melody on the Freud theraphy tip figure you have potential, she wetting lips. It was a test, now your perfect match cos' the fire is lit. Background unknown but the sex drives the prone get the conversation on, and dig out ones skulls to bone. |
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from Junkie Xl - Saturday Teenage Kick (2007)
No need for confetti bombs or fallus symbols,
to be obnoxious, outrageous, but the sound will be very contagious, like nuclear "fallout" radius. No need for bands with tight "spandex", "macho flex", high voices from larynx, tight jockstraps stuffed with socks and walnuts to show sex, but plain obscure "high-tec"! Junkie XL will tell the future in computer hell. No slacker trendy attitudes or "boys" that play rude, or smokers of "SEZ" and weed to be hardcore with fatigues, let the perpetrator weep, that it's the junkie beats that grim reap! And shuffle the feet, but all to sleep in front of their "MTV screen sweep", yes lost souls are deep in their trash-cash middle-class heap. |
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from Gossip Girl (가십 걸) [ost] (2009)
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares Shrine? Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2) We found you hiding, we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9) |
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| from Need For Speed : ProStreet (니드 포 스피드) by Junkie Xl [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Need For Speed : ProStreet (니드 포 스피드) by Junkie Xl [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Need For Speed : ProStreet (니드 포 스피드) by Junkie Xl [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Need For Speed : ProStreet (니드 포 스피드) by Junkie Xl [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Need For Speed : ProStreet (니드 포 스피드) by Junkie Xl [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Need For Speed : ProStreet (니드 포 스피드) by Junkie Xl [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Need For Speed : ProStreet (니드 포 스피드) by Junkie Xl [ost] (2007) | |||||
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from Junkie Xl - More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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| from Junkie Xl - Music From SSX Blur (Junkie XL) (2007) | |||||
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| from Junkie Xl - Music From SSX Blur (Junkie XL) (2007) | |||||
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| from Junkie Xl - Music From SSX Blur (Junkie XL) (2007) | |||||
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| from Junkie Xl - Music From SSX Blur (Junkie XL) (2007) | |||||
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| from Junkie Xl - Music From SSX Blur (Junkie XL) (2007) | |||||
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| from Junkie Xl - Music From SSX Blur (Junkie XL) (2007) | |||||
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| from Junkie Xl - Music From SSX Blur (Junkie XL) (2007) | |||||
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from Junkie Xl - Cities In Dust (DSP single) (2008)
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares Shrine? Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2) We found you hiding, we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9) |
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from Junkie Xl - Cities In Dust (DSP single) (2008)
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares Shrine? Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2) We found you hiding, we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9) |
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from Junkie Xl - Cities In Dust (DSP single) (2008)
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares Shrine? Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2) We found you hiding, we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9) |
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from Junkie Xl - Cities In Dust (DSP single) (2008)
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares Shrine? Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2) We found you hiding, we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9) |
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from Junkie Xl - Cities In Dust (DSP single) (2008)
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares Shrine? Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2) We found you hiding, we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9) |
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from Junkie Xl - Cities In Dust (DSP single) (2008)
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares Shrine? Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2) We found you hiding, we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9) |
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from Junkie Xl - More More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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from Junkie Xl - More More (2007)
A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur, I don't care what is wrong or right, The earth is bleeding, and secreting madness, Petrified, gone dry inside, The wheels keep turning, And the clock is pounding, And there's only more and more, that I want And through the things, you can still feel the sounding, of the maze, of the place, where things still matter Chorus: Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-Man is loving it Rock more, Roll more, Fuck more, Pac-man is loving it Consume until you bleed, I'll get down on my knees Chorus Fuck. A loss of feeling, a sense of numbness, and it's spinning, like a top out of sight Climb out the window, what the hell do you know? You don't even seem to put up a fight Created by me, for me It's a place called reality Broken mirrors, and broken promises made easily But I just want you to Chorus Consume until you bleed I'll get down on my knees Chorus |
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