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Everyone knows this song but I don’t care, aka Creep - Radiohead

When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

She’s running out the door
She’s running out
She runs runs runs runs..
Runs…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here

G.I.N.A.S.F.S. - Fall Out Boy

I’ve loved everything about you that hurts,
So let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves,
Lips pressed close to mine
True Blue, but the prince of any failing empire knows that
Everybody wants
Everybody wants to drive on through the night,
If it’s the drive back home

Things aren’t the same anymore,
Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone
Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
I know it’s strange
It’s a strange way of saying that I know I’m supposed to love you
I’m supposed to love you

I’ve already given up on myself twice
(But the) third time is the charm,
Third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind,
But I’ve got a lousy arm,
And I’ve traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I’m down,
Whenever I’m down
(Just kind of) figured on
Not figuring myself out

Things aren’t the same anymore,
Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone
Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
I know it’s strange
It’s a strange way of saying that I know I’m supposed to love you
I’m supposed to love you

I was born under a bad sign,
But you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
“Cross my heart and hope to die,
Splinter from the headboard in my eye”
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well

Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
I know it’s strange
It’s a strange way of saying that I know I’m supposed to love you
I’m supposed to love you

"Weird Al" Yankovic Now That's What I Call Polka!
"Weird Al" Yankovic
Now That's What I Call Polka!

peterosehaircut:

Weird Al’s polka medleys are always the bomb, man.

  1. "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus
  2. "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People
  3. "Best Song Ever" by One Direction
  4. "Gangnam Style" by Psy
  5. "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen
  6. "Scream & Shout" by will.i.am feat. Britney Spears
  7. "Somebody That I Used To Know" by Gotye feat. Kimbra
  8. "Timber" by Pitbull feat. Kesha
  9. "Sexy and I Know It" by LMFAO
  10. "Thrift Shop" by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. Wanz
  11. "Get Lucky" by Daft Punk feat. Pharrell
I want to make love to this song.
inigoh:

Man, ghost pokemon are a riot.


awww

inigoh:

Man, ghost pokemon are a riot.

awww
Willow Smith vs. Panic! At the Disco I Whip Hair Not Tragedies
Willow Smith vs. Panic! At the Disco
I Whip Hair Not Tragedies

we-r-who-we-blow:

I made a mashup of “Whip My Hair” and “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” …

Play this at my funeral.
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