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Johnny Falls
He throws his hands
Into the air, into these walls
He s freakin out
He s got a gun
He ll get his way
He ll have his fun
You make a mess
You bruise my name
Try to cut me down with every word you say
If you wreck my day
If you wreck my day
You son of a bitch you re gonna get some

And I m tired
Of this stupid game
Running in circles from you again
Don t blame me
For what I gotta do
I won t hate myself to be loved by you

Johnny runs
He shuts his eyes
He only sees
From nine to five
Don t let him down
He s got a gun
He ll get his way
He ll have his fun
All you wannabes
Don t have what it takes
To take a shot at me
To put me in my place
If you wreck my day
If you wreck my day
You son of a bitch you re gonna get some

And I m tired
Of this stupid game
Running in circles from you again
Don t blame me
For what I gotta do
I won t hate myself to be loved by you

Don t push me
Don t blame me
Or you ll be sorry
Your not getting through
Im gonna back down
As of right now
I won t hate myself to be loved by you

Wo--ah, wo--ah, wo--ah

See me cry
See me smile
See me fall
See me fly yea
And I m tired
Of this stupid game
Running in circles from you again
Don t blame me
For what I gotta do
I won t hate myself to be loved by you

Don t push me
Don t blame me
Or you ll be sorry
Your not getting through
I won t back down
As of right now
I won t hate myself to be loved by you

Wo--ah, wo--ah, wo--ah
I won t hate myself to be loved by you
Wo--ah, wo--ah, wo--ah
I won t hate myself to be loved by you
Wo--ah, wo--ah, wo--ah
I won t hate myself to be loved by you
Wo--ah, wo--ah, wo--ah
I won t hate myself to be loved by you
woa------h.

Billy Ray was a preacher s son
And when his daddy d visit he d come along
When they gathered round and started talking
That s when Billy would take me walking,
all through the backyard we d go walking,
then he d looked into...

Tired of always saying sorry
It s just another fighting story
And I can barely walk a straight line
I m tired of learning life the hard way
I wish that being strong was easy
But I want it more this time

I was wrong. It s hard to say
At least I...

Nothing s ensconced
Nothing s entrenched
Nothing s entangled, or twisted, or wrenched
Everything smoothly flows right through my head
What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead

Tunnels and channels and chasms and rifts
Shiny split steams and unclimbable clifts
I see you there ever so slowly being drawn to the sea
As if by...

Corrientes tres - cuatro - ocho
segundo piso, ascensor
No hay porteros, ni vecinos,
Adentro cóctel de amor
Pisito que puso Maple,
piano, estera y velador,
un telefón que contesta,
una vitrola que llora
viejos tangos de mi flor
y un...

New ways of old
Have begun again
Doomed to repeat the past
Another mortal sin
Lies – feed the fire
That burn our hands
Die for a cause
The ill will of man

Slave, slave
To obsession of a final goal
How far will one go to the whim of...