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Like a little vacation
Like a little old song that I want to hear
Like a big libation
Like a flattering sentence whispered in my ear
That’s what I want
Every time I try what I’m trying for
Why don’t we have a little symposium
Where everybody takes the floor, yeah
Like a scenic vista
Like a long awaited chemical buzz
Like a far off twister
Like an unexpected pleasant run-in with the fuzz
That’s how I feel
Every time I feel like I want to feel so
Why don’t we have a little council meeting
And hash out something real, yeah
Robert’s rules of order will be, be observed
I’ll be the parliamentarian
With an unswerving dedication
Like a little vacation
Like a little old song that I want to hear
Like a big libation
Like a flattering sentence whispered in my ear
That’s what I want
Every time I try what I’m trying for so
Why don’t we have a little coucil meeting
Where everybody takes the floor
Robert’s rules of order will be, be observed
Yeah, I’ll be the parliamentarian
With an unswerving dedication, yeah

Songwriters: VIC CHESNUTT
Little Vacation lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

What would happen if Depeche Mode mated with Pink?

Been there, done that messed around
I’m having fun, don’t put me down
I’ll never let you sweep me off my feet

I won’t let you in again
The messages I tried to send
My information’s just not going in

Burning bridges shore to shore
I break away from something more
I’m not turned on to love until it’s cheap

Been there, done that messed around
I’m having fun, don’t put me down
I’ll never let you sweep me off my feet

This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof
This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof

I won’t let you turn around
And tell me now, I’m much too proud
To walk away from something when it’s dead

Do, do, do your dirty words
Come out to play when you are hurt?
There’s certain things that should be left unsaid

Tick, tick, tick, tick on the watch
And life’s too short for me to stop
Oh baby, your time is running out

I won’t let you turn around
And tell me now I’m much too proud
All you do is fill me up with doubt

This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof
This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof
This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof
This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof

This time I’ll be bulletproof
This time I’ll be bulletproof

This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof
This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof
This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof
This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof

Songwriters
JACKSON, TANEISHA DAMIELLE / GILBERT, ANDY

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

Aah, yeah
Aah, yeah

What’s up with, what’s going down
In every city, in every town?
Cramping styles is the plan
They’ve got us in the palm of every hand

When we pretend that we’re dead
When we pretend that we’re dead
They can’t hear a word we’ve said
When we pretend that we’re dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Turn the tables with our unity
They’re neither moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality

When we pretend that we’re dead
When we pretend that we’re dead
They can’t hear a word we’ve said
When we pretend that we’re dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on

When we pretend that we’re dead
When we pretend that we’re dead
They can’t hear a word we’ve said
When we pretend that we’re dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Songwriters
SPARKS, DONITA

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Saw a picture yesterday
of a guy who used to play
for the boston bruins
and in school I always drew him

he had the longest undefeated streak
for every shot that hit his cheek
he drew on a stitch mark
and i think he played with brad park
I feel like Gerry Cheevers [x2]
I got stitch marks on my heart
just like Gerry Cheevers

Saw a picture yesterday
of a guy who used to play
for the Boston bruins
and in school I always drew him
He wore a mask just like my heart
he had stitch marks on every part
and he wore number 30
thats how old you were when you met me
I feel like gerry cheevers [x2]
I got stitch marks on my heart
just like gerry cheevers
I feel like gerry cheevers (i got stitch marks on my heart)

Well I live with snakes and lizards
and other things that go bump in the night
‘Cuz to me everyday is Halloween
I have given up hiding and started to fight
I have started to fight
Well any time, any place, anywhere that I go
all the people seem to stop and stare
they say ‘Why are you dressed like it’s Halloween?
you look so absurd, you look so obscene’
Oh, why can’t I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that’s served?
why can’t they see they’re just like me
it’s the same, it’s the same in the whole wide world
well I let their teeny minds think
that they’re dealing with someone who is over the brink
and I dress this way just to keep them at bay
‘Cuz Halloween is everyday
it’s everyday
Oh, why can’t I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that’s served?
why can’t they see they’re just like me
it’s the same, it’s the same in the whole wide world
Oh, why can’t I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that’s served?
why can’t they see they’re just like me
i’m not the one that’s so absurd
why hide it?
why fight it?
hurt feelings
best to stop feeling hurt
from denials, reprisals
it’s the same it’s the same in the whole wide world

Songwriters
AL JOURGENSEN

Published by
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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