I'm sorry I wasn't right for you

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Let me start this from the day we met.

You looked so beautiful, I never will forget.

Then you opened up your eyes, looked at me and kinda smiled.

I was scared, but still happy at the same time.

I never wanted us to be a superficial family.

But in the end it was the only thing we could be.

Angie, I'm sorry I wasn't right for you

Just what did you expect for me to do?

You know that I would have done anything for you.

I sometimes think about how things could be

If you would've took a chance and moved out here with me.

We'd cruise along the 101 in the California sun

Sing Descendents songs and have ourselves lots of fun.

Stay out drinking really late stumble home from lower State.

Treat every day like it would be our first date.

Angie, I'm sorry that you weren't right for me.

I guess that it just wasn't meant to be.

I quit pretending you were in love with me.

¿qué te puedo decir?

I probably shouldn't tell you but I dreamed of you last night

Broken promise ring

I really wanna call you, but I know that it's not right.

I probably shouldn't tell you but I dreamed of you last night.

I guess I'm not prepared to say...

Goodbye, so long, farewell, I won't be seeing you again

Until next time that he goes away.

You told me that you loved me, I started tearing down those walls.

I really started to trust you but you set me up to take the fall.

I guess I'm not prepared to say...

Goodbye, so long, farewell, I won't be seeing you again

Until next time that he goes away.

I guess that I'm wrong for falling in love,

But you're still the one that I'm dreaming of.

I guess that it's you I want to hold onto,

But you're holding onto someone else.

you're the only thing you talk about

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We all know,

We all know by now

That you're the only thing you talk about

So forgive me for bragging out loud, I tried to reason with myself

Tell me what could I have done?

Maybe I should have asked you to stay,

Like I was gonna just get up and hand it away

But babe, like they say about some things,

Well I guess some things never changed

We all know,

We all know by now that you're the only thing you talk about

We all know,

We all know by now that things won't work out,

No, you've got nothing to say

You've got nothing, you've got nothing to say

Someday I hope you'll see the consequences of your actions

I know that I can do so much more without you

But babe, like they say about some things,

Well I guess some things never changed

We all know,

We all know by now that you're the only thing you talk about

We all know,

We all know by now that things wont work out,

No, I never really had a doubt

That things would end up to be this way

And I never meant to make them seem that way

You've got nothing to say

You've got nothing to say

You've got nothing to say

You've got nothing to say

You've got nothing...

And I swore as I left you'd go and fuck someone else,

YOU WHORE

You've got nothing to say

We all know,

We all know by now that you're the only thing you talk about

We all know,

We all know by now that things won't work out,

No, I never really had a doubt

That things would end up to be this way

And I never meant to make them seem that way

You've got nothing to say

You've got nothing to say

You've got nothing to say

You've got nothing..

we want D.R.U.G.S. !!!!!!

Keep Calm again

Are you really here or am I dreaming

If you want me

Are you really here or am I dreaming

I can't tell dreams from truth

For it's been so long since I have seen you

I can hardly remember your face anymore

When I get really lonely and the distance causes only silence

I think of you smiling with pride in your eyes a lover that sighs

If you want me satisfy me

If you want me satisfy me

Are you really sure that you believe me

When others say I lie

I wonder if you could ever despise me

When you know I really tried

To be a better one to satisfy you for you're everything to me

And I'll do what you ask me

If you let me be free

If you want me satisfy me

If you want me satisfy me

qué película tan maravillosa!

Siempre recordaré a Rita Guerrero

There’s just a few things I think that you should know

Timberwolves at New Jersey

Get up, get up

Come on, come on, lets go

There’s just a few things

I think that you should know

Those words at best

were worse than teenage poetry

Fragment ideas

and too many pronouns

Stop it, come on

You’re not making sense now

You can't make them want you

They're all just laughing

Literate and stylish (literate and stylish)

Kissable and quiet (kissable and quiet)

Well that's what girls dreams are made of

And that's all you need to know (and that’s all you need to know)

You have it or you don't (you have it or you)

You have it or you (don't)

You have it or you

You see how much time you're wastin?

You're coward of seperatin

Stop it, come on

you know I can’t help it

I got the mic

and you got the mosh pit

What will it take

to make you admit that you were wrong?

Was his demise so carefully constructed?

Well let's just say I got what I wanted

Cause in the end it’s always the same (you're still gone)

Lets go

Literate and stylish (literate and Stylish)

Kissable and quiet (kissable and quiet)

Well that's what girls dreams are made of

And that's all you need to know (and that’s all you need to know)

You have it or you don't (you have it or you)

You have it or you (don't) don't

This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue

And my eye through the scope

down the barrel of a gun (gun,gun)

Remind me not to ever act this way again

This is you trying hard to

make sure that you're seen

With a girl on your arm

and your heart on your sleeve

Remind me not to ever think of you again

This is me with the words

on the tip of my tongue

And my eye through the scope

down the barrel of a gun

Remind me not to ever act this way again (again)

again (again)

This is me with the words

on the tip of my tongue

And my eye on the scope

down the barrel of a gun

I'll never act this way again

Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)

you've had your chance and folded

Don't hold your breath

because you'll only make things worse

Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)

you've had your chance and folded

Don't hold your breath

because you'll only make things worse

(I know somethin that you don't know)

This is me with the worst

(I know somethin that you don't know)

Intentions, don’t

Hold your, hold your breath

(I know somethin that you don't know)

Because you'll only make things worse

Hold your breath

Because you'll only make things worse

Hold your breath

(I know somethin that you don't know)

because you'll only make things worse

Don't hold your breath because you’ll only make things worse!

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Going Out In Style

I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles

Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles

I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies

And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes

So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?

Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared

You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door

Side by side with sister barbara, chief wells and bobby orr

I'd invite the flannigans

Replace the window you smashed out

I'd apologize to sluggo for pissing on his couch

I'll see mrs. mcauliffe and so many others soon

Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room

So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?

He'd tell you to get a permit

Well this time tom I don't think so

It's a neighborhood reunion

But now we'd get along

Van Morrison would be there and he'd sang me one last song

With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night

Three handsome four string troubadours and Newton's old Fat Mike

I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz

But there's a backup in the bathroom 'cause the badger's got the shits

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

Make me up dress me up, feed me a big old shot

Of embalming fluid highballs so i don't start to rot

Now take me to Mcgreevy's, i wanna buy one final round

What cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket

Then hurry up and suck 'em down

If there's a god the girls you loved will all come walking through the door

Maybe they'll feel bad for me and this stiff will finally score

You've got the bed already

And nerve and courage too

Cause I've been slugging from a stash of desi queally's 1980s bathtub brew

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

Spread all my ashes about

Dump the sucker out

Toast me for a while

I'm going out in style

I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums

Brand New Colony

I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgment's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as you're lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change