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Born for this – Paramore

Posted in Lyrics on May 8, 2008 by musicauthority

Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)
Where’s hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)
With your faith you’ll trigger a landslide
(victory)
Kill off this common sense of mind

It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can’t down it with your eyes
So we don’t need the headlines
We don’t need the headlines
We just want…

Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live like it’s the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

Right now you’re the only reason
(I’m not letting go, oh…)
Time out if everyone’s worth pleasing
(Well ha-ha!)
You’ll trigger a landslide
(Victory)
to kill off their finite state of mind

It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can’t down it with your eyes
So we don’t need the headlines
No, we don’t want your headlines
We just want…

Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live like it’s the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?
[repeat x2]

Alright, so you think you’re ready?
Ok, then you say this with me
Go!
We were born for this
We were born for this
Alright, so you think you’re ready?
OK, then you say this with me
Go!
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this

We were born for
We were born for

Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?
Everybody live like it’s the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure now?

Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?

We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this

Little Miss Obsessive

Posted in Lyrics on May 8, 2008 by musicauthority

Woah, woah, woah (and some of you better steal mine)
Woah, woah, woah (and some of you better steal mine)

Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything is such a blur, it didn’t come out right
All of a sudden it’s cold and we’re falling apart
No this can’t be please don’t leave me alone in the dark

And I guess we’re really over, so come over, I’m not over it.
And I guess we’re really over, so come over, I’m not over it.
Late night you make me feel like I’m desperate, I’m not desperate
A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can’t get over it.

Woah, woah, woah (and some of you better steal mine)
Woah, woah, woah (and some of you better steal mine)

I never been a fan of long goodbye’s
I’m at the finishing line and you’re just way too far behind
In the morning, I got in the fight with myself
I got the bruises to prove it
Then I swallowed your words and I spit them right back out

And I guess we’re really over, so come over, I’m not over it.
And I guess we’re really over, so come over, I’m not over it.
Late night you make me feel like I’m desperate, I’m not desperate
A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can’t get over it.

Now it’s like a fairy tale without a happy ending
But then again maybe we are just pretending
Why does it have to be so unfair?
Tell me that you care.

And I guess we’re really over, so come over, I’m not over it.
And I guess we’re really over, so come over, I’m not over it.

Little miss (woah), little miss(woah), little miss (woah), little miss obsessive
Little miss (woah), little miss(woah), little miss (woah), little miss obsessive

Late night you make me feel like I’m desperate, i’m not desperate
A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can’t get over it.

Woah, woah, woah (and some of you better steal mine)
Woah, woah, woah (and some of you better steal mine)

this is for my friend!..ö

Don’t Stop The Music (Bob Sinclair Club Mix) Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags , on May 8, 2008 by musicauthority

Please don’t stop the music [x4]

It’s gettin late
I’m making my way over to my favorite place
I gotta get my body moving shake the stress away
I wasn’t looking for nobody when you looked my way
Possible candidate (yeah)
Who knew
That you’d be up in here lookin like you do
You’re makin’ stayin’ over here impossible
Baby I must say your aura is incredible
If you don’t have to go don’t

Do you know what you started
I just came here to party
But now we’re rockin on the dancefloor
Acting naughty
Your hands around my waist
Just let the music play
We’re hand in hand
Chest to chest
And now we’re face to face

I wanna take you away
Let’s escape into the music
DJ let it play
I just can’t refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin to it
Please don’t stop the
Please don’t stop the
Please don’t stop the music
[Repeat]

Baby are you ready cause it’s getting close
Don’t you feel the passion ready to explode
What goes on between us no one has to know
This is a private show (oh)
Do you know what you started
I just came here to party
But now we’re rockin on the dancefloor
Acting naughty
Your hands around my waist
Just let the music play
We’re hand in hand
Chest to chest
And now we’re face to face

I wanna take you away
Let’s escape into the music
DJ let it play
I just can’t refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin to it
Please don’t stop the
Please don’t stop the
Please don’t stop the music

Please don’t stop the music [x3]

Ma say ma sa, Ma ma coo sa
Ma say ma sa, Ma ma coo sa [x4]

Please don’t stop the music [x2]

I wanna take you away
Let’s escape into the music
DJ let it play
I just can’t refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin to it
Please don’t stop the
Please don’t stop the
Please don’t stop the music [x2]

Ma ma say ma ma sa, Ma ma coo sa
Ma ma say ma ma sa, Ma ma coo sa [x6]

well..if you want to hear a piece of this beautiful song..let Jerika and Joni sing this nice song for you..I am sure you gonna like it..