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20090918

PARAMORE - IGNORANCE LYRICS

If I'm a bad person,
You don't like me.
Well I guess I'll make my own way,
It's the circle,
A mean cycle.
I can't excite you anymore.
Where's your gavel, your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me,
Well sentence me to another life.

Chorus:
Don't wanna hear your sad songs.
I don't wanna feel your pain,

When you swear it's all my fault.
Cause you know we're not the same.
Yeah!
We're not the same
Yeah!
No we're not the same,

Yeah, The friends who stuck together.
We wrote our names in blood,

But I guess you can't accept that the change is good,
It's good
It's good

Well You treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.

You treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I'll guess I'll go.
I'll be best on my way out.

Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.

This is the best thing that could've happened.
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it.
It's not a war.
No, it's not a rapture.
I'm just a person, but you can't take it,
The same tricks that, that once fooled me.
They won't get you anywhere.
I'm not the same kid from your memory.
Well, Now I can fend for myself.

Chorus:
Don't wanna hear your sad songs.
I don't wanna feel your pain,

When you swear it's all my fault.
Cause you know we're not the same.
We're not the same
Oh we're not the same,

Yeah, The friends who stuck together.
We wrote our names in blood,

But I guess you can't accept that the change is good,
It's good
It's good

Well You treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.

You treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.

Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.

Well You treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.

You treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.

20090905

PINK - DEAR MR. PRESIDENT

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

as simple as you say good morning in english /the (un)necessary written things related to the blog's owner/

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