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Homecoming King - Guster

"On your way to the best years of your life Everyone's banging on their gongs The sooner you leave the sooner you're home Back in Massachusetts To your golden age where they tuck you in at night You didn't"

Homecoming Queen - Agent 51

"Kelly's got a problem yeah she's dyin' every day She sits all by herself and hope that it will go away She's got everything a girl could want Got money and a car When your mind is sickly spinning It won't"

The Sun Of The New Season (A Homecoming Song) - Domine

"What will I see at the end of the fight The light of the dawn breaking your darkest night What will I see when I look to the sky Dark clouds will vanish and the sun will shine bright Oh, the sun of"

Hey Write Books About This Sort Of Thing - Say Hi To Your Mom

"Her pretty noises, Can you turn them down? I think, that i'm dying. Do you want to go out? Because we can play some pac-man, Or go to the library. We can order some phad thai without the msg. And they"

We'll Sort This Out Right Now - Stavesacre

"Blindsided by the harshest of truths The cruelest of cruel Is that the best you could do? Well, Im not hangin around to let you figure it out Took your shot you shoulda made it count (Chorus) Im gonna"

U - Paula Abdul

"U - I wanna talk about itThis is not a fantasyThis is factIf I am the playI want U in every actU got a sexy wayAbout U baby UU do everythingA body can takeU know U doU UAll I want is UU give me a fever"

Hvidt P? Sort - Nephew

"Nu siger Douglas Coupland You've never been at war You've never tried real dope man You've never tried a whore Jeg ka ikke sige been there Jeg betragter p et kort Jeg ka ikke sige done that Jeg bengter"

Que Tinguem Sort - Novo

"Si em dius adu, vull que el dia sigui net i clar, que cap ocell trenqui l'harmonia del seu cant. Que tinguis sort i que trobis el que t'ha mancat en mi. Si em dius "et vull", que el sol faci el dia molt"

Ostatni taki sort - O.S.T.R.

"No to raz, dwa, trzy - tak płonie szczytMój młynek robi proch w krwiNie wymaga sił, byle w migTo mój tik, tak to mogę żyćNo to raz, dwaW Polsce bieda sens i wiesz miałem senŻe Jazz sprzedał mi Giertych,"

U - Scaterd Few

"Could you... Would you... Should you.. Cross through? If I could wipe my eyes A blinding compromise Another pinky shave Enlightens the brow now cow To die another day Could you... Would you... Should"

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