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    Favourite Lyrics

    This just reminds me of Pompey fans going to a game.

    So you go, and you stand on your own
    And you leave on your own
    And you go home, and you cry
    And you want to die...How Soon Is Now

    And that will be my last mention of our lowly neighbours as I don't want to upset their sensibilities.

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    re: Favourite Lyrics

    You're reachin' out,
    And no one hears your cry.
    You're freakin' out again
    'Cause all your fears remind you.
    Another dream has come undone.
    You feel so small and lost
    Like you're the only one.
    You wanna scream,
    'Cause you're desperate.

    You want somebody, just anybody
    To lay their hands on your soul tonight.
    You want a reason to keep believin'
    That some day you're gonna see the light...

    You're in the dark;
    There's no one left to call.
    And sleep's you're only friend,
    But even sleep can't hide you
    From all those tears and all the pain
    And all the days you wasted pushin' them away.
    It's your life; it's time you face it.

    You want somebody, just anybody
    To lay their hands on your soul tonight.
    You want a reason to keep believin'
    That some day you're gonna see the light...
    'Cause you're desperate, desperate.
    'Cause you're desperate now...

    You know the things have gotta change.
    You can't go back, you find a way.
    And day by day, you start to come alive.

    You want

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    Look at the Lawman beating up the wrong guy,
    Oh man wonder if he,ll ever know,
    he,s in the best selling Showowow
    is there life on Marsars

    Well of course there is, i,ve been trying to tell you guys for yonks, were all doomed i tell ya !

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    Son, I'm 30
    I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
    And I don't have a decent bone in me
    What you get is just what you see yeah
    I see it so I take it freely
    And all the bad piss ugly things I feed me
    I never help or give to the needy
    Come on and see me

    Kinky Afroo, Happy Mondays - view external link

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    You spurn my natural emotions
    You make me feel like dirt
    And I’m hurt
    And if I start a commotion
    I run the risk of losing you
    And that’s worse - view external link

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    A police car and a screamin' siren
    Pneumatic drill and ripped-up concrete
    A baby wailing, a stray dog howling
    The screech of brakes and lamplight blinking

    That's entertainment
    That's entertainment

    A smash of glass and the rumble of boots
    An electric train and a ripped-up phone booth
    Paint-splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat
    Lights going out and a kick in the balls

    I say that's entertainment
    That's entertainment
    La la la la la, ah
    La la la la la, ah

    Days of speed and slow-time Mondays
    Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday
    Watching the news and not eating your tea
    A freezing cold flat with damp on the walls

    I say that's entertainment
    That's entertainment
    La la la la la
    La la la la la

    Waking up at 6 A.M. on a cool warm morning
    Opening the windows and breathing in petrol
    An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard
    Watching the telly and thinking 'bout your holidays

    That's entertainment
    That's entertainment
    La la la la la, ah
    La la la la la, ah
    La la la la la, ah
    La la l

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    Then one day you find, ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

    Pink Floyd

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    And whatever youd promised, whatever youve done,
    And whatever the station in life youve become.
    In the of the Father, in the of the Son,
    And whatever the weave of this life that youve spun,
    On the Earth or in Heaven or under the Sun,
    When the last ship sails

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    Heard this about a year ago ... - view external link

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    Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
    You're tired of livin' in your one-horse town
    You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
    For a while

    So you go to the village in your tie-dye jeans
    And you stare at the junkies and the closet queens
    It's like some ****ographic magazine
    And you smile

    Captain Jack will get you high tonight
    And take you to your special island
    Captain Jack will get you by tonight
    Just a little push and you'll be smilin'

    Your sister's gone out. She's on a date
    And you just sit at home and masturbate
    Your phone is gonna ring soon but you just can't wait
    For that call

    So you stand on the corner in your New English clothes
    And you look so polished from your hair down to your toes
    Ahh, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose
    After all

    Billy Joel (lyrical Poet) Captain Jack

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    There's a place in the world for the angry young man
    With his working class ties and his radical plans
    He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl
    And he's always at home with his back to the wall
    And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost
    And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
    And likes to be known as the angry young man

    Give a moment or two to the angry young man
    With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand
    He's been stabbed in the back he's been misunderstood
    It's a comfort to know his intentions are good
    And he sits in his room with a lock on the door
    With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor
    And he likes to be known as the angry young man

    I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
    I found that just surviving was a noble fight
    I once believed in causes too
    I had my pointless point of view
    And life went on no matter who was wrong or right

    And there's always a place for the angry young man
    With his fist in the air and his he

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