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OCTA LYRIX- A start.



Here's 8 o' the songs lyrics as close as I could get...
Fill in any blanks if you can.
Adam


Nothing Left to Make Me Want to Stay
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There are those who live their life 
As if there is no other soul, they
burn their bridges but they couldn't
Care any less.
Comes a time that catches up
they pay no matter, 
Pack their bags,
And take off to another place to start
from scratch.
They never get attached.
Growing up was wall-to-wall excitement
But I can't recall another who could
Understand at all.
And I been trying to find what I just had to f..(?)
It's alright I've had it up to here with everyone and so I'm saying
that there's nothing left to make me want to stay
There are those that who live their life 
Afraid of consequences so they learn to sit on fences
and they can't step on toes.
My heart goes out to those.
They're right under my nose.
Growing up was pretty (numb? Dumb?)
I often Times exaggerate 
The ones I hate that I
Could never save.
And I realize of course that there will come a date,
That I will say...
That there's nothing left to make me want to stay,
But I can never go away.
That there's nothing left to make me want to stay,
And I will never go away.
And there's nothing left to make me want to stay,


Autobiogrophy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm writing young and gifted, 
In my autobiogrophy, 
I figured, who would know,
Better than me?
I'm certainly the former, 
But I'm *not* so much the latter,
But noone's gonna read it, 
So I'm sure it doesn't matter.
When you find that you're the former,
Take pride in how you form.
When you find that you're the ladder,
Don't let those people walk under you.
I'm writing sharp and adult (?),
With my finger on the steam,
On the mirror in my bathroom,
And I'm applying shaving cream.
Which would suggest that I'm the foamer
But how *can* I be the lather,
And something tells me,
It's the opposite I'd rather.
When you find that you're the foamer,
Be careful what you foam.
When you find that you're the lather,
Don't shave too high, 
You'll regret it later,
La...La La La...La La La La 
La...La La La...La La La La 
I've stayed in school this long
But still no one will tell me why,
They figured who would know,
Better than I?
I know I'm a conformer,
But I'm *sure* it doesn't matter,
My new friends are all adults,
And my old friends all have scattered.
When you find you're a conformer,
Take pride and swallow whole.
If you're trying to climb the ladder,
Don't let people walk over you.
Because that's just what they'll do.
Don't let people walk over you.
Because that's just what they'll do.


Junior Panthers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You touch my hand.
I'm not a fan.
You held a dance in your basement.
The mirror-ball,
The horse's stall.
There was no arrangement.
You're so thin,
Where've you been
I never got the chance to tell you,
Yes or No, 
I lingered, too long
(?)
Ohhhhh...
yadadada Junior Panthers.
yadadadadadada
I forgot to signal right,
Now I'm running the red light.
Without your sister, I often miss her...
yadadada
(?)
Ohhhhh...

G turns to D
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The songs are all about you,
And I'm tellin' everyone I'm doin' fine without you.
I've hurt you but I helped you.
You may think I've a lot of nerve, But I deserve,
Some credit...
Or at least an edit..
Take out the part that breaks my heart, 
that makes me sound uncaring.
If you'd eliminate the swearing 
then I could show my mother 
that you can go from one chord to another,
G...will turn to D... Will turn to (B?)...
And we'll say, you have done me wrong,
I wrote these songs about it.
She's aware it's all been done before.
It's another song in this key, 
Yeah but this one's about me.
That all (?)
The criticism's brutal,
But I don't really mind.
She's put it out on Vinyl,
But it's really hard to find, (?)
G will turn to D will turn to B
and we'll say, You have done me wrong.
I wrote these songs about it
I wish I'd never taught her, how to play
I knew she'd get Me I should have known,
Now my hands are onthe fretboard in an unfamiliar way,
And it's tellin' me...
She's aware it's all been done before.
It's another song in this key, 
Yeah but this one's about me.
May not wanna hear the words to 
G..what would you (?)
Take what you're shown, 
Learn on your own,
Then everything you do...
Belongs to you,
But know that you,
Are on your own... (repeat many a time)


A-Side Wins
~~~~~~~~~~~
Where is my camera?
This picture denies all my ties
To this side of the road.
And maybe in Florida 
I'd hold up myself for the keys
to the cramp in your style.
I raise my glass to the cut and dry,
To the amplified.
I raise my glass to the B-side.
I, I live through everything,
'Cause I'm overdressed,
Yeah overdressed when put to a test...
(Right channel only: What does...blah blah)
If news 
of every interview were sold by friday, 
in my way, I'd spread your wealth, 
and drink up to your health.
I raise my glass to the cut and dry,
To the amplified.
I raise my glass to the B-side.


Everything You've Done Wrong
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do your time,
To pay the price 
for every thing you've done wrong baby.
In your life, you get so High,
there's nowhere left to go but down.
Don't believe,
That noone cares,
'Cause we're here waiting for you, baby.
Do your time, 
And then come home for good.
So don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
If you ever feel in doubt,
You have a place in my heart, baby.
If I ever feel left out,
I know I've got a place in your's
Don't believe, that I wouldn't dare,
To go and take you right back, Baby.
Do your time, 
And then come home for good.
So don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
don't hide yourself away.
let it shine...let it shine
don't hide yourself away.
Do your time,
To pay the price 
for every thing you've done wrong baby.
In your life, you get so High,
there's nowhere left to go but down.
Don't believe,
That noone cares,
'Cause we're here waiting for you, baby.
Do your time, 
And then come home for good.
Do your time, 
And then come home for good.
Do your time, 
And then come home for good.


I'm skipping 8-9-10 for now...


Can't Face Up
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Turn around,
You can't face up to me.
I stand my ground.
I'm just what I seem to be.
Why in the world,
would you give me a second look?
except I'm up here,
And you're down there,
You'll never know what it took.
You don't care what it took.
The look in your eyes,
As I Turn on the light.
The look in your eyes,
a look of surprise.
Sneakin' Around,
In this one trick town,
You can't face up to me.
I know your crowd,
And they're not that proud,
At least not from what I've seen.
Flies in the ink leave
Footprints across the sea.
Trace them back to where it all gets had,
You find the (guts?) never run too deep.
The (guts?) never run too deep.
How many times have I tried?
Just to get away from you,
And you reeled me back.
How many times have I lied?
That there's nothing that I can do.
No, no.
How many times have I tried?
Just to get away from you,
And you reeled me back.
How many times have I lied?
That there's nothing that I can do.
I stand my ground.
I'm just what I seem to be.
You swung? me down.
for So long, for so long.
The weight that I carry,
knowin what they've done to us.
How many names does it take,
'till they blame,
the people you always should trust?
The people you always should trust
The look in your eyes,
As I Turn on the light.
The look in your eyes, 
The look of surprise.
How many times have I tried?
Just to get away from you,
And you reeled me back.
How many times have I lied?
That there's nothing that I can do.
No, no.
How many times have I tried?
Just to get away from you,
And you reeled me back.
How many times have I lied?
That there's nothing that I can do.
'Cause I can't face up to you.

All 400 Metres
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can't you see the black strap?
It holds me up, for the last lap. 
I know I said I had a good time.
But now I'm sprawled across the finish line.
I'm pickin up the straws,
And now I'm wonderin' how I did because,
The situation's heavy, 
And the competition's thin,
now I've got to wake up, 
So I can get back on my feet again.
Could you spare some common sense?
It's a brave Gamble, so just give it up.
Now you know about those people in the sky,
Well they're the same folks that held me up.
I'm sortin' out my faults,
Because I'm runnin' last place, and the look on my face is, 
(?)
But I'll never know who wins until I make it to the end.
Take care of what you preach, right?
'Cause noone cares about your Mic-fright
But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think, 
that I should stop thinkin' about you that way.
Whooo.
Shining up this Mock-Simulation.
...Clarification,
It's the keenly realized (?) Fabrication,
Comin' from your radio station.
But I'll be runnin' 400 metres, 
yeah...