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the clouds have fallen ill. And if yet more rain is spilled. Well I forgive them Wash your fears in purest hope. It keeps you cleaner than can soap. Just remember that the dirt comes from within
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you. No way. . You ought to be thankful for the little things. . But little things are all you seem to give. . Youre always puttin off what we could do today. . Soap opera says youve got one
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is no soap star holding your hand. You don't see yourself in the freeze frame. Must be someone else using your name And everyone will be the same. And everyone will glow. And everywhere you'll see
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alive, I never quite know. What you will think of when I will say so. Your finger's don't grow, your knees smell like soap. When we say goodnight It's just saying hello. . Off with your head, off
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is no soap star holding your hand. You don't see yourself in the freeze frame. Must be someone else using your name And everyone will be the same. And everyone will glow. And everywhere you'll see
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know better. A case of partial extreme. Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater. Acting like a soap opera queen. Ehhh, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds. She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
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if I'm right?. What if I'm right?. . Cause if the rain starts falling. You'll protect me with your coat. And you'll always tape the football. And let me watch my soap. . You'll always be as
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). Thousands more thrown out of work so. Leona won't have to settle for a mint. (Forkboy) Forkboy picked by the FBI to be the lack pied piper after Dr. King died. (Forkboy). Watches soap operas on TV while
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youth B movie that's all you're to me. Just a soft-soap story, don't want no woman to act on me. You can't stand it when it goes to reel to reel, to reel to reel. You can't stand it when I throw punch
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Back porch preacher preaching at me. Acting like he wrote the golden rules. Shaking his fist and speeching at me. Shouting from his soap box like a fool Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
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director casting for a part. (Turn on the light). It's for a soap set here right in my heart. (Leave her alone) Shuffle to the window, shuffle to the door. (Don't wake her up). She got the part I don't
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off your kid gloves. Are you ready for this thing called love. . And you ain't some icon carved out of soap. Sent down here to clean up my reputation. And baby, I ain't your prince charming. Now
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. And turn it into soap flakes Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl. Did you ever think there's far too many people in the world?. One day they'll probably make a movie out
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Back porch preacher preaching at me. Acting like he wrote the golden rules. Shaking his fist and speeching at me. Shouting from his soap box like a fool Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
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used to love it but now it's a drag. Love is a flag pole without a flag. Love is the mailman without the mail. A comic without a gag. A soap-opera plot and lots lots more. But mainly I mean love is
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used to love it but now it's a drag. Love is a flag pole without a flag. Love is the mailman without the mail. A comic without a gag. A soap-opera plot and lots lots more. But mainly I mean love is
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off your kid gloves. Are you ready for this thing called love. . And you ain't some icon carved out of soap. Sent down here to clean up my reputation. And baby, I ain't your prince charming. Now
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flows. He nose dove and sold nada. So the soap opera is told and unfolds. I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on. Da da dum da dum da da. Hook (x2). You better lose yourself in the music, the
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, she lick her lips. When she talk. I throw her in that Bentley coupé with the top off like Mardi Gras. All that cake, come get you some filling. Like a soap opera come watch all my children. Hit it so
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you ever feel alone and. The glare makes me hard to find. Just know that I'm always. Peering out on the other side. Cau se with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soap. I can tell you there's no
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. Let me soap ya body down . There's nothing that I won't do . You know deep down how much I love ya . Let me tell you here and now . My feet can't touch the ground . Bridge . Cos you are so beautiful
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sugar shop. Love you like a lollipop, from the bottom to the top. I'm get you wet, raincoat, let me be your body soap. Up and down, roller-coaster, we can love forever. You can call me papa, you my freaky
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before he sell dope. *****s keep whoopin' that *** cause he sell soap. Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke. Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke. Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen
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Can't Stop Won't Stop. Can't Stop Won't Stop. Can't Stop Won't Stop, girl you are my sugar shop. Love you like a lollipop, from the bottom to the top. I'm get you wet, raincoat, let me be your body soap
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tameless horses. We left in plastic. As numbered corpses. And we learned fast. To travel light. Our arms were heavy. but our bellies were tight We had no homefront. We had no soft soap. They sent us
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your head. A dish in the disco. But a pig in the bed So you build up a false love affair anyway. Photocopy soap opera stories all day. Where it all ends up fine. And it all ends in church. And the
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this out, right here. HEY!. Pressure. One thing stays the same. No matter what you do. Negotiating peace in the Middle East. Or if you squeeze on yo’ motherfuckin’ soap machine. You gotta. Put the right
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tameless horses. We left in plastic. As numbered corpses. And we learned fast. To travel light. Our arms were heavy. but our bellies were tight We had no homefront. We had no soft soap. They sent us
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sugar shop. Love you like a lollipop, from the bottom to the top. I'm get you wet, raincoat, let me be your body soap. Up and down, roller-coaster, we can love forever. You can call me papa, you my freaky
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outside They dont let you smoke and you cant get drunk. All there is to watch are these soap operas. I dont wanna die in the hospital. You gotta take me back outside Can you get this tube out of my arm
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this. Another broken promise. The nerve to expect forgiveness. With open arms is. Never-ending drama. The soap opera grows. Tell me where we go from here. Heaven only knows. Last night was the worst
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tameless horses. We left in plastic. As numbered corpses. And we learned fast. To travel light. Our arms were heavy. but our bellies were tight We had no homefront. We had no soft soap. They sent us
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a rope. And a whole box of Rebel and a bar of soap. Make a pile of truck tires and burn 'em all down. Bring a dollar with you, baby, in the cold, cold ground In the cold, cold ground. In the cold
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. With more drama than a soap opera. Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander. Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander. Warn every challenger, about the silencer. Muzzle in your mouth
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love She took her clothes put them on hold. Saw an X on her hand she's looking for the soap. First I wouldn't go, now I'm in the cold. Parking garage with her hands on my soul Oh, no, I'm going home
