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Jason Mraz - Live High

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EP: “We Sing” (2008)

I try to picture a girl
Through a looking glass
See her as a carbon atom
See her eyes and stare back at them
See that girl
As her own new world
Though a home is on the surface, she is still a universe

Glory God, oh God is peeking through the blinds
Are we all here standing naked
Taking guesses at the actual date and time
Oh my, justifying reasons why
Is an absolutely insane resolution to live by

Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
Takin it easy
Live high, live mighty
Live righteously

Try to picture the man
To always have an open hand
See him as a giving tree
See him as matter
Matter fact he’s not a beast
No not the devil either
Always a good deed doer
And it’s laughter that we’re makin after all

The call of the wild is still an ordination why
And the order of the permeates
All our politics are too late
Oh my, the congregation in my mind
Is this assembly singing gratitude
Practicing their livin for you

Just take it easy
And celebrate the malleable reality
Nothing is ever as it seems
This life is but a dream

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Carrie Underwood - Flat on the Floor

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album: “Carnival Ride” (2007)

I’m flat on the floor
With my head down low
Where the sky can’t rain on me anymore
Don’t knock on my door cause I won’t come
I’m hiding from the storm ’til the damage gets done

Baby, baby, baby, baby tell me why
You gotta make me, make me, make me, make me cry
Oh, lord
If I told you once, I told you a thousand times
You can’t knock me off my feet, when I’m already on my knees

Cause I’m flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can’t rain on me anymore
Don’t knock on my door cause I won’t come
I’m hiding from the storm ’til the damage gets done

Baby, baby, baby, baby tell me how
You think you gonna live without my love now
I don’t know why you gotta keep coming around
Creeping up my street
Oh boy, you can’t bother me

Now I’m flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can’t rain on me anymore
Don’t knock on my door cause I won’t come
I’m hiding from the storm ’til the damage gets done

You ain’t gonna get to me tonight
I’ll lay right here ’til it all blows through
I ain’t gonna raise my body
’til there ain’t no sign, ’til there ain’t no sign, ’til there ain’t no sign to you

Cause I’m flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can’t rain on me anymore
Don’t knock on my door cause I won’t come
I’m hiding from the storm ’til the damage gets done

I’m flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can’t rain on me anymore
Don’t knock on my door cause I won’t come
I’m hiding from the storm ’til the damage gets

Now I’m flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can’t rain on me anymore
Don’t knock on my door cause I won’t come
I’m hiding from the storm ’til the damage gets done

Oh
Don’t knock on my door
I’m hiding from the storm ’til the damage gets done

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Counting Crows - 1492

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album: “Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings” (2008)

 I’m a Russian Jew American
Impersonating African Jamaican What I want to be is an Indian
I’m gonna be a cowboy in the end
I guess I bought a gun
because it impresses all the little girls I see
and then they all wanna sleep with me
Oh where did we disappear
into the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Where these people who impersonate our friends
Say come again come again come again
Into the dark Italian underground
with disco lights and disco sounds and skinny
girls who drink champagne
Then they take me on their knees again,
and pull me up and out the door
past railway cars and tranny-whores
And mornings spreading out across the feathered thighs of angels
Oh were did we disappear to
the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Will they try to get you out to pull you in
And all these people, they’ve been? come again
In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue
In 1493 he came home across the deep blue sea
In 1494 he did it with the girl next door
In 1495 he barely made it out alive
In 1964 ?? busting out the door
In 1970 some people got their hands on me
Now I am the king of everything
I am the king of nothing now
I am the king of everything
I am the king of nothing
Oh where did we disappear
to the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end Where these people
who impersonate our friends Say come again come again come
come again Oh where did we disappear
to the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end When they try to push you out to get you in
and all these people who impersonate our friends Say come again come again come
come again come again come again

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