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When I Was Young
The Animals

The rooms were so much colder then
My father was a soldier then
The times were very hard
When I was young
When I was young

I smoked my first cigarette at ten
And for girls I had a bad yen
I had quite a ball
When I was young
When I was young

When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young
When I was young

I met my first love at thirteen
She was brown, and I was pretty green
I learned quite a lot
When I was young
When I was young

When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young

My faith was so much stronger then
I believed in fellow men
And I was so much older then
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young
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Yersinia Pestis

The recurring pandemic
Not often enough it seems
For these mammalian hosts
A systematic invasion is a must

These scattering rats
Their diseased existence
Earth's megalopoli, a plague focus
Eradicated with Death's persistence

The density of the populace intensifies and modernized
The wrath of God bleeds from their eyes
And like the raven, this contagion keeps repeating, ever eating
Humanity to nevermore

Every body, a host
Every body, infected
Corpses white as a ghost
Naturally selected

Every body, a host
Every body, infected
Corpses white as a ghost
Naturally selected

Black Death, you've found us
Your cloak surrounds us
Boundlessly drown us
In bacillus countless

Bring back the plague
Delete those that threaten a new world
Start today
Dig their graves

They'll find a way
To rid the world of finding new tomorrows
End of days
Dig those graves

Bring back the plague
Even if it means your own survival
Is at stake
Dig your grave

We'll find a way
To rid the world of everyone tomorrow
End of days
Dig our grave

Malignant
Virulent
Mephitic
Anthropomorphic

Pneumonic
Septicemic
Bubonic
Anthropologic

- Bring Back The Plague, Cattle Decapitation
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Smiling Faces Sometimes
The Undisputed Truth

Smiling faces sometimes
Pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (can you dig it?)

Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof
Oh, oh, yeah

Let me tell you
The truth is in the eyes 'cause the eyes don't lie, amen
Remember, a smile is just a frown turned upside down my friend
So, hear me when I'm saying

Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes, yeah
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof
(Beware) beware of the handshake
That hides the snake (can you dig it, can you dig it?)

I'm a-tellin' you beware of the pat on the back
It just might hold you back
Jealousy,(jealousy) misery (misery) envy (envy)
I tell you you can't see behind

Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes
Hey, they don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof
Hey, your enemy won't do you no harm
(Rap on) 'cause you'll know where he's comin' from
Don't let the handshake and the smile fool ya
Take my advice, I'm only tryin' to school ya

Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
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One Less Day (Dying Young)
Rob Thomas

I'm not afraid of getting older
I'm one less day from dying young
I see the light go past my shoulder
I'm one less day from dying young

I see my life like a train on a one-way track
I've made mistakes and I couldn't take 'em back
And I've been runnin' round in circles till I'm dizzy I can't lie
But every night I go to sleep's a day that I survived

I'm not afraid of getting older
I'm one less day from dying young
I see the light go past my shoulder
I'm one less day from dying young

And I've seen my friends fall away before their time
And I've been afraid that I may follow in their light
So I drink and love and whisper all the things I know are right
Someday I will leave this world but maybe not tonight

I'm not afraid of getting older
I'm one less day from dying young
I see the light go past my shoulder
I'm one less day from dying young
I'm one less day from dying young

All my life I have been wandering
Burnin' up my candle like my time just won't end
And I'll keep burnin' till there's nothin' left
Prayin' that tomorrow I can do it all again
And if I get tomorrow I will do it all again

I'm not afraid of getting older
I'm one less day from dying young
I see the light go past my shoulder
I'm one less day from dying young

I'm not afraid of getting older
I'm one less day from dying young
I see the light go past my shoulder
I'm one less day from dying young
I'm one less day from dying young

(I'm one less day from dying young
I see the light
I'm one less day from dying young
I'm one less day from dying young)
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I've No More Fucks to Give
Thomas Benjamin Wild, Esq.

I’ve tried, tried, tried
And I’ve tried even more
I’ve Cried, Cried, Cried
And I can’t recall what for
I’ve pressed, I’ve pushed, I’ve yelled, I’ve begged
In hope of some success
But the inevitable fact is that
It never will impress

I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have runneth dry,
I’ve tried to go fuck shopping
But there’s no fucks left to buy
I’ve no more fucks to give,
Though more fucks I’ve tried to get,
I’m over my fuck budget and
I’m now in fucking debt

I strive, strive, strive
To get everything done
I’ve played by all the rules
But I’ve very rarely won,
I’ve smiled, I’ve charmed, I’ve wooed
I’ve laughed,
Alas to no avail
I’ve run round like a moron,
To unequivocally fail!

I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fuck fuse has just blown,
I’ve been hunting for my fucks all day,
But they’ve upped and fucked off home,
I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fuck rations are depleted,
I’ve rallied my fuck army but
It’s been fucking defeated!

The effort has just not been worth
The time or the expense
I’ve exhausted all my energy
For minimal recompense
The distinct lack of acknowledgment
Has now begun to gall
And I’ve come to realize that I
Don’t give a fuck at all!

I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have flown away,
My fucks are now so fucked off
They’ve refused to fucking stay!
I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have gone insane
They’ve come back round and passed me
While they’re fucking off again!

I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have all dissolved,
I’ve planned many projects
But my fucks won’t be involved!
I’ve no more fucks to give,
My fucks have all been spent,
They’ve fucked off from the building
And I don’t know where they went!

I’ve no more fucks to give,
I’ve no more fucks to give,
I’ve no more fucks,
I’ve no more fucks,
I’ve no more fucks to give!
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Why are there only empty pages in all my diaries?
Telephones continue ringing after having been picked up
Neighbors who do not greet me anymore, mirrors that do not know me anymore
Friends who do not know anything of me anymore and have not been coming to visit for a long time

Shouldn't pictures from past times in photo albums
Remember my face on so many colorful pages?
Shouldn't an old friend who has known me since bygone days
Answer the letters I wrote, answer the questions I asked?

Shouldn't my name be on this old doorbell sign?
All these people known to me who just pass by without greeting
Empty mailboxes, in which there used to be letters daily
Neighbors who do not even ask listlessly how my health is
Should not recognition light up in the eyes of colleagues
Should my parents not sit way too long at my table?

Wasn't there also love and a heart that had been so connected to mine?
My breath goes steadily, but I have disappeared from the world...

- Agrypnie: Cogito Ergo Sum

(Translated from German)

This text basically mirrors my greatest fear. I shall die alone, unloved, unknown...
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Do You Hear the People Sing + Reprise
From Les Misérables

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart echoes the beating the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes

Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart echoes the beating the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes

Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance?
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart echoes the beating the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes

Do you hear the people sing
Lost in the valley of the night
It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light
For the wretched of the earth
There is a flame that never dies
Even the darkest night will end
And the sun will rise.

They will live again in freedom
In the garden of the Lord
They will walk behind the plough-share
They will put away the sword
The chain will be broken
And all men will have their reward!

Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes!

Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes!
Tomorrow comes!
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politics: n. pl. from the Grk polis, meaning many, and the OE ticia, meaning blood sucking insects.

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