Favourite lyrics out of songs

From the Musical RENT:

"There's only us, There's only this,
Forget regret,
Or life is yours to miss.
No other way,
No day but today.."

Seasons of love:

"Measure your life in love"

From the musical Wicked:
For Good:
"Like a comet pulled from orbit, as it passes the sun,
Like a stream that meets a boulder, as it passes through the wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."

From Josh Groban's You Raise Me Up:
"When I am down, and oh my soul so weary,
When troubles come, and my heart burdened be,
I am still awake here in the silence,
Until you come, and sit awhile with me.

"You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas.
I am strong when I am on your shoulders,
You raise me up, to more than I can be."

Gotta love music!!

The Middle : Jimmy Eat World

Hey, dont write yourself off yet
It's only in your head to feel left out
Or looked down on
Just do your best, do everything you can
And dont you worry what the bitter hearts are goona say.

Iris : Goo Goo Dolls

And you cant fight the tears that aint comming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know your alive.

Truly Madly Deeply : Savage Garden

I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love
Be everything that you need.

-Jennifer.

Cradle of Filth - Lord Abortion

I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed thair own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave

Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on My come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermillion parts...

Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back

Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack

My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray

I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

"My heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through...
You fucking whore."

The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach

The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.

YoNess!

Im a LAPR (lazy ass puerto rican) to get the lyrics of the song i really love.

Fall Out Boy ~ XO
and
Juanes ~ La camisa negra

both awesome songs that i enjoy!!!

To the Moon and back -savage garden

Shes taking her time
makin up the reasons
to justify all the hurt inside
guess she knows
from the smiles and the looks in their eyes
everyones got a theory about the bitter one
they're sayin
mama never loved her much
and daddy never keeps in touch
its why she shies away form human affection
but somewhere in a private place,
she packs her bags for outter space
now shes waiting for the right kinda piolet to come
and she'll say to him
I would fly you to the moon and back if youll be
if you'll be my baby
got a ticket for a world where we belong
so would you be my baby?
she cant remember a time
when she felt needed
if love was red then she was color blind
all her friends
they've been trialed for treason
and crimes that were never defined
shes sayin
love is like a barren place
and reaching out for human faith
is like a journey I just dont have a map for
so babys gonna take a dive
and push the shift to overdrive
let em know she's hangin all her hopes on the stars
what a pleasant dream
shes sayin
i would fly you to the moon and back, if you'll be
if you'll be my baby
got a ticket for a world where we belong
so would you be my baby?
mama never loved her much
and daddy never keeps in touch
its why she shies away from human affection
but somewhere in a private place
she packs her bags for outter space
now shes waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
and she'll say to him
i would fly u to the moon and back if youll be
if youlll be my baby
got a ticket for a world where we belong
so would you be my baby??

my heroine-Silverstein

but under the coveres, more torture than pleasure, and just past your lips theres more anger than laughter