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RICHARD MARX lyrics

Superstar

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You're the queen of your own little world, you really made a splash, got the offers rollin' in, but you're nothing more than high paid trash. Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head, pity if they found out that you're lonely in your bed. Maybe it all happened to you just a little too fast. Won't let anybody touch you? So you do it for yourself. Plain to see there's a woman cryin' out for help. You're a superstar, but you don't know who you are, and your money won't get you very far. You're a mystery, nothing can set you free, your demons haunt you endlessly. You face the end of your youth in a tired little masquerade, you talk to people with a tongue like a newly sharpened razor blade. Yours is not a life that lets you take a look inside, morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide, but in the end you'll be sleeping in the bed you made. All you want's a daddy, the one you never had, a need for understanding aching in you bad... ...it seems so clear to me, there's something that you'd rather be. Take a look around you now, before it's much too late, make the choice to change, or be a victim of your fate. All your life, you've been running from the girl inside... ...oh, but it's plain to see there's someone...

She Ran

AMY STUDT "My Paper Made Men"
Just a girl in a photograph Wearing the dress that I wear now A pretty face in fields of grey It's sad to see that nothing seems to change She's running from the boy in the schoolyard She's running through the field to the open barn They're laughing as the sun dances round her A little life within her takes it place inside her starts to grow She cuts the seams of a favourite frock She sits and listens to the old church clock Oh daddy daddy don't send me away Never been a bad girl I swear that nothing's changed She's running from the face of her father She's running from the silence in a crowded room She's running from the ring that he gave her The leaded sound of promises The feeling that's inside her starts to grow A dark day becomes a cold, cold night A fading light to bear a newborn life Two voices fade into one She closed her eyes with the rising sun She's running to the arms of an angel She's running from the only place she's ever known She's running with her heart left behind her They knew when they found her that they just couldn't hurt her anymore She's running from the face of her father She's running from the silence in a crowded room She's running from the ring that he gave her They knew when they found her that they just couldn't hurt her anymore Just a girl in a photograph Wearing the dress that I wear now A pretty face in fields of grey It's sad to see that nothing seems to change

God, His Son And Holy Whore

AMON AMARTH "The Avenger"
Serpent tongue speaks to me Of a man from southern land How ancient Gods are enemies But I don't understand Hippocritic voice of love talks of peace and Christ Blasphemer of Gods above One thousand years of lies They hold their swords to out throats And force-feed us with faith 'Bout god, his son and holy whore But now we retaliate Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice Threaten us with hell beneath Now they all shall die Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down Free yourselves from the chains Of lies that hold you down Arise to be free again We'll fight till we have won Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and Christ Power is their only goal Now they all shall die Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down Mess with us and you will feel A pain so true yet so unreal Yeah, use your hate, uncreate Christian state will meet its fate God, his son and holy whore Now you will meet your fate

This Is The Life

LIVING COLOUR "Time's Up"
In another life You might have been a genius In another life You might have been a star In another life Your face might have been perfect In another life You'd drive a better car In another life All your jokes are funny In another life Your heart is free from fear In another life You make a lot of money In this other life Everything is clear In another life You're always the hero In another life You always win the game In another life No one ever cheats you In another life You never have to change In another life Your friends never desert you In another life You never have to cry In another life No one ever hurts you In this other life Your loved-ones never die But this is the life you have This is the life you have This is the life you have This is the life In another life You're always the victim In another life You're always the thief In another life You are always lonely In this other life There is no relief In your real life Treat it like it's special In your real life Try to be more kind In your real life Think of those that love you In this real life Try to be less blind

Two

THE ANTLERS "Hospice"
In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up, when a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough." He brought me out into the hall I could have sworn it was haunted, and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to hear: That there was nothing that I could do to save you, the choirs gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you. Something in my throat made my next words shake, and something in the wires made the light bulbs break. There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur, I though that it was beautiful, it made me a believer. And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room, but I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew. When I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain you came to hating me again, and just sang your refrain: You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair, then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, build the gears in your head, now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating. Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy, wearing silver rings with nobody clapping. When we moved here together we were so disappointed, sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed. It killed me to see you getting always rejected, but I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected. I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes, I just held you in the door frame through all of the earthquakes. But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night. I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight. But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do. Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can. You say that no one's gonna listen, no one understands. So there's no open doors, and there's no way to get though, there's no other witnesses, just us two. There's two people living in one small room, from your two half-families tearing at you, two ways to tell the story, no one worries, two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry, two people talking inside your brain, two people believing that I'm the one to blame, two different voices coming out of your mouth, while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout. You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair, then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, build the gears in your head, now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.

Drugstore

STABBING WESTWARD "Darkest Days"
You seduced me lonely in your hell Naked, hungry I crawl into your cell A virtual drugstore is piled on your bed I can't resist with your tongue inside my head How can everything be justified by you How can everything be justified by you You get off on watching my bleed You get off on feeding my disease This time will be perfect you explain Your tongue is deadly as a needle through my vein How can everything be justified by you How can my demise be justified by you I'm so tired of living for your touch I'm so tired of needing you so much How can everything be justified by you How can everything be justified by you How can everything be justified by you How can my demise be justified by you When did I decide to be crucified by you How can everything be justified by you By you...

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