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"My Immortal"

- Evanescence -

my immortal

i'm so tired of being here

suppressed by all of my childish fears

and if you have to leave

i wish that you would just leave

because your presence still lingers here

and it won't leave me alone

these wounds won't seem to heal

this pain is just too real

there's just too much that time cannot erase

when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears

when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears

and i've held your hand through all of these years

but you still have all of me

you used to captivate me

by your resonating light

but now i'm bound by the life you left behind

your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

these wounds won't seem to heal

this pain is just too real

there's just too much that time cannot erase

when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears

when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears

and i've held your hand through all of these years

but you still have all of me

i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

and though you're still with me

i've been alone all along

Curbside Prophet

- Jason Mraz -

*I’m just a Curbside Prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I’m waiting for my rocket:

to come/y’all

You see it started way back in NYC

When I stole my first file from the MIC

At ‘a West End Avenue at 63

It’s a beginning of a leap year February ‘96

play the guitar picked it up in the mix

I committed to the licks like a nickel bag ‘o tricks

Well…

Look at me now

Look at me now

Look at me now now now now

I’m just a curbside…*(Repeat)

Well then you never da never da guess what I been been been

And I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account

Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end

Well you can only count that “On The Road Again”

Will soon be on my radio dial

And I’ll be paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style

Like a a band of gypsies on the highway wild

As I’m a one-man mission on the Califoria Skyline Drive

Up the coast I brag and I boast

because I’m picking up a pace that make you tire like “Space Ghost”

Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most

But my cruise control’s on coast

Cause I’m tourin’ around the nation on extended vacation

See I got Elsa the dog who sees my limitation

I say , “ I like your style…crazy pound pup!

You need to ride? Well come on girl, hop in the truck!”

With your Curbside Prophet…*(Repeat)

*(Repeat)

*(Repeat)

See I’m a down-home brother red-neck undercover

With my guitar here I’m ready to play

And I’m a sucker for a Philly got a na-tur-al ability

Geared to free-style look at my flexibility

Dangerous on the MIC

My ghetto has cocked fight

All the ladies say…

“Yo that kid is crazy!”

We got the backstage Bettys takin’ more than they can get They say,

“What’s up with M-R-A-Z?”

**Hey hey hey hey hey

Somethin’s different in the world today

Well they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow**(repeat)

I’m just a Curbside Prophet (Repeat)