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, 19 2008 . 14:06 +

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, 03 2008 . 13:49 +
Hurt ( Christina Aguilera)
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, ooh

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won't be there

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to these rules

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself, ohh

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
Ooh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you


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, 03 2008 . 13:45 +
This Ain't a Scene, It's a God Damn Arms Race ( Fall Out Boy)
Am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And I dont really care, which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
Thats just the business Im in

This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
Im not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress

Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Primadonnas of the gutter)
At night were painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties

This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race

Bandwagons full. Please, catch another

Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

All the boys who the dance floor didnt love
And all the girls whose lips couldnt move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out

This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race

Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate


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Clumsy ( Fergie)
Can't help it
The girl can't help it
The girl can't help it
The girl can't help it

First time
That I saw your eyes
Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmm
Play it cool
But I knew you knew
That cupid hit me, mmm mmm

You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling
Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love
You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling
Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love
So in love with you

Can't help it
The girl can't help it
The girl can't help it
The girl can't help it

Can't breath
When you touch my sleeve,
Butterflies so crazy, mmm mmm
Whoa now, think I'm goin down
Friends don't know whats with me, mmm mmm

You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling
Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love
You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling
Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love
So in love with you

Can't help it
The girl can't help it
The girl can't help it
The girl can't help it

You know, this isn't the first time this has happened to me
This love sick thing
I like serious relationships and a
A girl like me dont stay single for long
Cuz everytime a boyfriend and I break up
My world is crushed and I'm all alone
The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I'm back

Can't help it
The girl can't help it
The girl can't help it
The girl can't help it

You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling
Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love
You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling
Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love
So in love with you

so in love with you
so in love with you


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The Ghost Of You ( My Chemical Romance)
I never said I'd lie and wait forever
If I died, we'd be together
I can't always just forget her
But she could try

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever ever...
Ever...

Get the feeling that you're never
All alone and I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
She dies

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

If I fall
If I fall (down)

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna...


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Wings of a Butterfly ( HIM)
Heaven ablaze in our eyes
Wwe're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice

Come on and show
Them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
My love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul

This endless mercy mile
We're crawling side by side
With hell freezing over in our eyes
Gods kneel before our crime!

Come on and show
Them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
My love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
Dont let go
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For you soul

Come on and show
Them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
My love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
Dont let go
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For you soul
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
Dont let go
My love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul


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