Old songs vs new songs (Lyrics)

Te las pe tine sa judeci singur(a) micile diferente. Mai ales la nivel de versuri. Si voce. Si tot. Oh, God, WHY!??!

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Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face, stars fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait, all will be revealed

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ears
But not a word I heard could I relay, the story was quite clear
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Tryin’ to find….Tryin’ to find where I’ve been.

Oh, pilot of the storm that leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Like the dust that lufts high in June, when moving through Kashmir.

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ears
But not a word I heard could I relay, the story was quite clear.

Si apoi am vazut ASTA, noua cea mai proasta melodie de pe Terra. Care se bucura de succes la fel ca .. aia cu…today is Tuesday, tomorrow will be Wednesday and then it will be Friday. God, deci nnnnuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!

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Look at me and tell me the truth
What do you do
When people don’t know
What we go through

They see my blonde hair
Blue eyes and class
But they don’t know
I have a really big arse

Please don’t get me wrong
I know that I’m hot
Textbook perfection really takes a lot
Weird guys call my phones
And girls call me names
Like Miley said “I can’t be tamed”

Hot girls we have problems too
We’re just like you, except we’re hot
The world needs to open their eyes
And realize
We’re not perfect
And sometimes we lie

I’ve got the look
I’ve got the butt
But those things don’t make me a *slut*
Boys call me stuck up
Girls say I’m conceited
On behalf on all hot girls those comments are not needed

Just cause I’m pretty
I have to be dumb
I don’t care about which
I just wanna have fun

People start rumors
And say things about me
Funny thing is I didn’t go to the party

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