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But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that watches everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall. (It watches EVERYTHING) ... But the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin.

His mindIt says survival of the fittest butHis soulRevival of the idiotsSo good riddance, dancing

A fruitless year, take a fearless heartOne that blooms late will flourish in the dark

I earned my place,With the tidal waves.I can't escape this feeling,That something ain't right.I called my nameAs I crashed the gates,Still I can't escape this feelingThat something ain't right.

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.

Yeah,You rocked my world foreverI know you still rememberHow we felt beforeYeah,We should be together'Cause nothing could be betterThan the way we wereBaby, let's go back to the way we wereLet's turn back the clockThis time we'll take it slowYou can stay the night,This time I won't let goAnd when the morning comes,We can start all over, over againWhy did we say goodbye?Let's go back tonight

Oh, the truth I must tellIs I'm lonely as hellStill looking for myself

For that is the curious quality of the discotheque after you have gone there a long time: in the midst of all the lights, and music, the bodies, the dancing, the drugs, you are stiller than still within, and though you go through the motions of dancing you are thinking a thousand disparate things. You find yourself listening to the lyrics, and you wonder what these people around you are doing. They seemed crazed to you. You stand there on a floor moving your hips, wondering if there is such a thing as love, and conscious for the very first time that it is three-twenty-five and the night only half-over. You put the popper to your nostril, you put a hand out to lightly touch the sweaty, rigid stomach of the man dancing next to you, your own chest is streaming with sweat in that hot room, and you are thinking, as grave as a judge: What will I do with my life? What can any man do with his life? And you finally don__ know where to rest your eyes. You don__ know where to look, as you dance. You have been expelled from the communion of the saints.

You'll spend every Saturday night on the bathroom floor with no recollection of the night before You're a train wreck and everything that's in between Being alone doesn't seem so bad to me

What are words without the melody?

I won't forget when I couldn't go to bed with the lights offWhen I heard that voice call me in for the nightI remember when love was just a word and not a fightAll I had to worry about were broken bones and being left alone

When there's music in your soul, there's soul in your music.

I'm sorry for breaking down when I should've been stitching myself back up

The best songs are written through our anger. Even though feelings change over time, our lyrics will always remain inside the song as a way of reminding us how far and how much stronger we've become since then.

Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hideI smell the blood of a petty little coward

You used to make me feel like I could walk on waterNow most nights I'm just sinking down and downYou're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to

I don't wanna be the center of anything, just a part of something bigger.

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlourdrinking milk shakes cold and longSmiling and waving and looking so finedon't think you knew you were in this song