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Your Ways
04:30
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lyrics for YOUR WAYS
Look at me baby
Got a box full of stars...a pocket of maybes
Drivin' me crazy - I can't understand your ways
No use in fakin'
Don't know who I am...but don't be mistaken.
The river is achin' - I can't understand your ways
Sun Keeps a risin'...beyond the horizon
Heaven and Earth aren't large enough
To hold your mysteries
Start with the ending
Got to find my way....to....you.
Drink from the fountain
Quenches my thirst,..but then I start countin'
Wonderlust mountin' - I can't understand your ways
No use pretending
When up becomes down...it goes never-ending
Like light you keep bendin' - I can't understand your ways
Bad moon a risin'...on the horizon
Heaven and Earth aren't large enough
To hold your mysteries
Start with the ending
Got to find my way....to....you.
There are times...when I am alone,
Looking at the beauty of your lines...
Looking for a hold...
A place upon which I can safely climb...
But for me to be... Free...
Release...yeah.
Look at me baby
Got a box full of stars...a pocket of maybes
Drivin' me crazy - I can't understand your ways
I know what you’re thinking
You’re thinking of leavin'
Or maybe your stayin’ - I can't understand your ways
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Not Fooled
02:15
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lyrics for NOT FOOLED:
Not fooled by the media
Do you see what their feedin ya?
Millions of voices…not many choices
Limit your vision…their impedin’ ya.
Hopin’ you buy it, just to keep you quiet.
Don’t be fooled by the media!
Not fooled by the media
Day and night they’re misleading ya
Bright lights and music…until you’re too sick
From the sensation, man their treatin’ ya
Like a child with no mind of your own
Don’t be fooled by the media!
Not fooled by the media
The status quo is where they’re keepin’ ya
While you keep listenin’, you keep a missin’
Their sleight of hand, their deceivin’ ya.
That’s the end of my rant here today
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Six Days A Week
02:57
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Lyrics for SIX DAYS A WEEK:
I work six days a week
And when I finally do get home
It’s one thing and another
There’s no time for my own
On the job every morning
And I work late every night
Think it can’t go on forever
But there’s no end in sight
And I get so tired
Why does it have to be this way?
Something’s got to give
Or I fear I just might fade away
Since we moved uptown
We’re living better than before
But if it’s true that time is money
Man, I think I’m getting poor
On the job every morning
And I work late every night
Think it can’t go on forever
But there’s no end in sight
And I get so tired
Why does it have to be this way?
Something’s got to give
Or I fear I just might fade away
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4. |
Same
03:50
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Lyrics for SAME:
I never thought the wind that blows through your hair
Would make me aware of the love I lost when I left you
But now I think about it all the time, how I acted so blind
And let your love just slip away
CHORUS:
Now you don’t want to think of me that way
You don’t want to think of me that way
I never thought that I could miss you so much
That I could feel your touch when I turn around and see your pillow
I never thought that I could look in your eyes
And feel the surprise of falling in love with you again
Now you don’t want to think of me that way
You don’t want to think of me that way
Time has a way of turning things around
I used to feel like was upside down
Moving through my day was like walking through a mirror
But now I’ve had some time to work it through
I realize there’s only me and you
And I give up everything if I knew you felt the same
Now you don’t want to think of me that way
You don’t want to think of me that way
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Confusion
03:38
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Lyrics for CONFUSION
Woke up this morning in a circle
In the middle of a fifty acre field of corn
No idea how I got there
The sun found me naked as the day I was born
Don’t remember this amnesia
Whole body is covered in some kind of tattoo
Ancient cuneiform writing
Is it a curse, or an elaborate clue
CHORUS:
Oh – oh, confusion is my middle name
Oh – oh, it’s a miracle that I’m not insane
Oh – oh, confusion is my middle name
My middle name
I'm not insane
State trooper found me by the highway
Doubled over in pain from the light of the sun
Did someone send him here to save me
Now he’s taking me to Area 51
Greeted by scientists in white coats
Like some kind of long lost prodigal son
When they stick me with a needle
Something’s coming out that doesn’t look like human blood
Oh – oh, confusion is my middle name
Oh – oh, it’s a miracle that I’m not insane
Oh – oh, confusion is my middle name
My middle name
I'm not insane
Have no past, have no future
At the mercy of the spooks in the CIA
Guilty of no crime I know of
They locked me up, and threw the key away
Oh – oh, confusion is my middle name
Oh – oh, it’s a miracle that I’m not insane
My middle name
I'm not insane
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