Wezzul.com - It's the Dinglez

Guess there's a lesson to learn
As if I hadn't learned it before
I tried my hardest to keep it all in
I ain't keepin' it in no more

Made mistakes every day
And I learned from two
Keep those that you love the furthest from you
And try to take care of them too

It's just a feeling I have
And it ain't what I think I should do
Pluck out my heart and I'll give it to you
Then you'll get more use from your's too

Get back (x4)
Look what I've done to you
Get back (x4)
Look what I've done to you

I'm too tired to go home
And I'm too lost and alone
I looked in the mirror on the back of your door
All my weaknesses show

There's a bomb going off
Out in the yard of the house
When we worked so hard to pull all the weeds out
What were we talking about?

Get back (x4)
Look what I've done to you
Get back (x4)
Look what I've done (x2)
Look what I've done to you

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It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it's my car
It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain
It's women, it's the plight for power it's government
It's the way your giving knowledge slow with thought control and subtle hints
It's rubbing it, itching it, It's applying cream
It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams
It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana
It's the embarassment, displacement, It's where I wander
It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos
It's game shows, It's cheap liquor, blunts, It's bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
It's the monitors, the soundman, it's the motherfucking mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, mommy's pill (?)
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It's bloods and crips, five and six,
It's stick up kids, It's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks
It's the east coast, no it's the west coast
It's public schools, it's asbestos
It's mentholated, It's techno
It's sleep, life, and death
It's speed, coke, and meth
It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It's reality, fuck it, it's everything but me

Too good for words...

Current Music: Atmosphere - Scapegoat

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She came out west to find the sun
She lost her name but found a new one
Amy goes to school all day
But at night in the neighborhood they call her Amphetamine

She is perfect in that fucked up way
That all the magazines seem to want to glorify these days
She looks like a teenage anthem
She looks like she used to be happy with the girl inside

Yeah she looks so bored sometimes
And she has that super pale skin and those soft green eyes
She looks like she could have been happy in a better life

She came out west just to break away clean
From her family and her friends and a little girl's dream
All she wants to do every night
Is to sit beside my window and listen to the sirens

She is perfect in that fucked up way
That all the magazines seem to want to glorify these days
She looks like a teenage anthem
And she looks like she should have been happy in another life
In another life

She came out west just to break the spell
After three long years in a marriage from hell
Six months clean living sober and right
Her doctors tell her everything will be alright

Yeah, you just take your pill
And everything will be alright
Yeah, you just take your pill
And everything will be alright

She looks like a teenage anthem
She looks like a magazine girl
She looks like a teenage anthem
Like she used to be happy in another world

She looks like a teenage anthem
She is happy with the girl inside
She looks like a teenage anthem
And looks like she could have been happy in another life
In another life
Happy in another life

Met her at a party and I took her home
She is the saddest girl that I have ever known
Yeah she wakes up in the middle of the night
Just to tell me everything will be alright

Amy smiles at me, tells me everything will be alright
Yeah Amy smiles at me, tells me everything will be alright
Yeah I tell myself the same damn thing
Everyday
Everything will be alright

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The needle on my record player has been wearing thin..
The fucker has been playing since the day you've been with him
No more long rides home
No more of your station
I didn%u2019t like it anyways

Remember the time we wrote our names upon the wall
Remember the time we realized thriller was our favorite song
Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long
To see you
Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long
To see you

Maybe it%u2019s for the best
Maybe it%u2019s not for anything
It wouldn%u2019t be so bad to take this right from me
No more long rides home
No more of your station
I didn%u2019t like it anyway

Remember the time we wrote our names upon the wall
Remember the time we realized thriller was our favorite song
Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long
To see you
Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long
To see you
How many times I%u2019ve tried
It%u2019s simple to you, so simple to lie
How many times I%u2019ve tried
Blatant mistakes of your design
How many times I%u2019ve tried
It%u2019s simple to you, so simple to lie
Blatant mistakes of your design
Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long
To see you
I%u2019ve had so many chances
Turn my back and I ran away
I%u2019ve had so many chances
To see you

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I hear mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes, they glow in the dark
And I'm there with you in Enceinta
And I'm here in echo park
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin on the outskirts of town
Well I pawned my Smith and Wesson
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down at El Dorado street
At the county chicken stand
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin on the outskirts of town
Well I'm sitting here playing russian roulette
With my pearl handled gun
The county won't give me any more methadone
And they cut off your welfare check
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin on the outskirts of town
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin on the outskirts of town

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