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Leave the coffin open when I go Leave my pearls and lipstick on, so everybody knows Pretty will be the photograph I leave Laying down on famous knives, so everybody sees Bleach out all the dark I'll swallow each peroxide shot Someone I'll know could love and save me from myself Maybe I'll just clean the shit off of these fancy shoes I'll be a Princess Die and die with you I wish that I was strong I wish that I was wrong Maybe I'll just clean the shit off of these fancy shoes I'll be a Princess Die and die with you I'm hungry from an anorexic heart I've been trying to tell you how I feel, but was never very smart I'm wrapped in silks made for Egyptian queens I'll do it in the swimming pool, so everybody sees Bleach out all the dark I'll swallow each peroxide shot volumes I know a love and save me from myself Maybe I'll just keep clean the shit off of these fancy shoes I'll be a Princess Die and die with you Princess Die I want to see her cry Princess Die Princess Die We want to watch her cry Princess Die I wish that I could go in my rich boyfriend's limo Right after he proposed with a 16-carat stone wrapped in rose gold With the paparazzi all swarming around In my Louis Vuitton white buttoned down Oh, it's not that deep Bob your head for another dead blonde who's real prince is in heaven She just wants to sleep Princess Die I want to see her cry Princess Die Princess Die We want to watch her cry Princess Die The final act of life will be my own hands to do I'll be a Princess Die and die with you

[Verse 1] You've been my muse for a long time You get me through every dark night I'm always gone, out on the go I'm on the run and you're home alone I'm too consumed with my own life [Pre-Chorus] Are we too young for this? Feels like I can't move [Chorus] Sharing my heart It's tearing me apart But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now Doing what I can, tryna be a man And every time I kiss you, baby I can hear the sound of breaking down [Verse 2] I've been confused as of late (Yeah) Watching my youth slip away (Yeah) You're like the sun, you wake me up But you drain me out if I get too much I might need room or I'll break [Pre-Chorus] Are we too young for this? Feels like I can't move [Chorus] Sharing my heart It's tearing me apart But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now Doing what I can, tryna be a man And every time I kiss you, baby I can hear the sound of breaking down [Bridge] Breaking down, breaking down, breaking down Breaking down, breaking down, breaking down I don't want to play this part But I do, all for you I don't want to make this hard But I will 'cause I'm still [Chorus] Sharing my heart It's tearing me apart But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now (I know I would) Doing what I can, tryna be a man (Be your man) And every time I kiss you, baby I can hear the sound of breaking down [Outro] Sharing my bed, uh Sharing my bread, yeah Sharing my bread Sharing my head (I'm breaking down) Sharing my heart Sharing my, suddenly I'm (Breaking down) Sharing, I'm done Sharing my life

please listen to me you have a problem with your brain.i need you to hear me for minute.i'm just saying it's not okay to kill people when you need more money.you even got fired for that Look, I hear you, and I understand you’re frustrated, maybe even disappointed. This is serious, and I get that you’re pointing this out because it’s affecting more than just you—it’s about right and wrong. When things get desperate, it can be easy to think that extreme measures will solve the problem, but you’re right; some lines shouldn’t be crossed. Jobs can come and go, but the choices we make in those tough times shape who we are. The way we react, especially when things are difficult, matters just as much as the outcome. Needing money is one thing, but hurting people isn’t a solution that will ever lead to real security or peace. Losing a job over it shows that this thinking isn’t just an isolated problem; it’s part of why things have turned out this way. I need to take a step back and consider this as a wake-up call.

(Verse 1) I’ve got a word, it’s got a meaning, But there’s more to it, can you feel that feeling? When I say “home,” it’s warmth and light, But if I say “prison,” it’s a different sight. (Pre-Chorus) Denotation’s what it says, just plain and clear, But connotation’s what you feel, that’s the real cheer. It’s the vibes that we carry, the emotions we find, In every little word, it’s the ties that bind. (Chorus) 'Cause we’ve got connotation, It's all about the feels, Positive or negative, It’s how the word reveals. Let’s dive into the meaning, Feelings that we see, Connotation vibes, Come and sing with me! (Verse 2) “Love” is sweet, brings joy to the heart, But “hate” can tear us all apart. Words can lift us, or bring us down, It’s the way we use them, turn the mood around. (Pre-Chorus) Denotation’s just a fact, but connotation’s deep, It’s the emotions we connect, in the words we keep. So pay attention now, let the meaning grow, In every little phrase, let your feelings flow. (Chorus) 'Cause we’ve got connotation, It's all about the feels, Positive or negative, It’s how the word reveals. Let’s dive into the meaning, Feelings that we see, Connotation vibes, Come and sing with me! (Bridge) Words can shine like sunshine, or they can sting like rain, It’s the way we perceive them, it’s the joy, it’s the pain. So choose your words wisely, let them resonate, In the stories we tell, let’s communicate. (Chorus) 'Cause we’ve got connotation, It's all about the feels, Positive or negative, It’s how the word reveals. Let’s dive into the meaning, Feelings that we see, Connotation vibes, Come and sing with me! (Outro) Yeah, we’ve got connotation, Feelings intertwined, In every word we utter, A new world we can find!

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Yo, I lace up my boots, step onto the field, But the hate in the stands, man, it feels too real. From the whistle to the final call, they scream and shout, Disrespect in their mouths, tryna shut us down, no doubt. But we play for the love, not the color of skin, We rise as one, let the game begin. Kicks on the turf, we all chase that dream, But some still judge us by the shade of our skin. Red card for the hate, yellow for the lies, We’re here for the game, no matter what they despise. They can talk all they want, but they’ll never break us, We’re united on this field, our hearts are contagious. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the streets of Rio to the heart of Milan, Football’s our language, we all got a plan. They see the talent, but they still throw the shade, Trying to dim the light, man, they want us to fade. But look at the team, we're diverse and strong, Our unity's the anthem, our hearts sing the song. Don't care if I’m black or brown, or any shade in between, On this field, we’re kings, we’re chasing that dream. It’s not about the hate, it's about the game we play, From Africa to Europe, we all got something to say. They try to hold us down, but we stand tall and proud, Breaking every barrier, we ain’t backing down. So let the world see, when we step in the light, We’re all human beings, together we fight. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the pitch to the streets, we demand respect, No room for hate, we’ll never forget. Racism’s a game that no one should play, Let’s keep pushing forward, change the world today.

I sit by the window, my gaze steady and true, For a glimpse of the neighbor with that tattooed view. Shirtless in sunlight, ink sprawled on his skin, Each mark tells a story that pulls me right in. He steps to the balcony, muscles all bare, Bold ink on his shoulders, bald head in the air. My heart skips a beat, just watching him there, Wishing he’d look up, meet my bold stare.

What is it about Momo steering wheels that makes so many enthusiasts want to install them? For one thing, they look great. Beautifully finished in various combinations of brushed aluminum, leather, suede, and wood, they're a great compliment to the interior of any Miata. But even more compelling is the feel. Most Momo wheels are a bit smaller in diameter than the stock wheel with a thick padded wheel that gives you a firm grip and positive steering feel that you just can't get from the stock wheel. Yes, you give up the airbag - a personal decision that must not be taken lightly. Still, many Miata owners have chosen to go the route of a Momo wheel. Our installation is for a Momo Champion using a hub adapter from Finish Line Performance. The beauty of this adapter as compared with the others that have been used in the past is that there is no cutting, splicing, or other kluges required. Unlike using the other products, this is a completely reversible job. You can pop your old steering wheel and airbag back into place at any time! This is the simplest method we know of to install a Momo wheel. An air bag is an explosive device, and should be given the respect of one. These directions are for information only. Removal of the steering wheel involves working with the airbag. This procedure should only be performed by a qualified mechanic. The author, Miata.net, its sponsors, Mazda, and Eunos Communications LLC are not responsible for any damage or injury caused by use of these procedures.

[Verse] Crazy on the block, propane got me loaded, King of the grill, yo my tank never corroded. Barbecue dreams, flames cookin' up the scene, Sizzle, pop, and gleam, propane supreme. [Verse 2] Hank Hill swagger, lawn chair relaxin', Steel spatula, propane satisfaction. Yard wars flarin', ain't no Comparin', Tanks full of power, neighbor eyes starin'. [Chorus] Propane flowin', backyard glowin', Steaks so tender, grill marks showin'. Ignite the spark, barbecue art, Meats on fire, propane from the heart. [Verse 3] Wallet fat from sellin' that gas, Propane hustle, ain't lettin’ it pass. Suburban legend, grill master rulin’, King of the hill, propane-fueled chillin’. [Verse 4] Burgers on the grate, never second-rate, Kickin’ it pristine, blue flame great. Fryin' up dreams, nothin’ in between, Gotta keep it lean with this propane scene. [Chorus] Propane flowin', backyard glowin', Steaks so tender, grill marks showin'. Ignite the spark, barbecue art, Meats on fire, propane from the heart.

Dans les embruns salés où le Mousquetaire vogua, Nous étions jeunes, fous, l’âme légère et libre, Sous les étoiles de Quiberon, au chant des flots bas, Déployant nos rêves sans mesure ni fibre. Du lycée Saint-Louis à l'École des bâtisseurs, De Saumur à Paris, passant par Angers, Tu as tracé ton chemin, vaillant et rêveur, Sous l’œil attentif de ta douce Séverine, alliée. À Bordeaux, ingénieur, puis géomètre par choix, Ton savoir t’a guidé avec ferveur et rigueur ; Mais ton cœur, Julien, est un vaste miroir, Reflet de ton amitié, de ta chaleur. Ami du vin et des mots échangés dans la nuit, Tu refais le monde autour d’une table animée, Des projets fous dans l’ombre et l’éclat de l’esprit, Avec pour compagnons ceux que tu sais aimer. Et puis les routes s’ouvrent, en famille tu pars, Vers les terres lointaines, les grands espaces, l’ailleurs, Camping-car voguant sur l’Amérique des espoirs, Là où les horizons s’étendent, conquérants et rêveurs. Julien, mon ami, à toi je lève mon verre, Absent en ce jour mais présent par le cœur, Que cette vie te soit douce, simple et sincère, Car tu es l’ami vrai, le compagnon sans labeur. À ta générosité, à ta main toujours offerte, Je rends hommage en ce jour, avec un brin de tristesse ; Mais la mer nous sait liés, au-delà des fêtes, À toi, Julien, que jamais le vent ne laisse.

(Verse 1) I’ve been driving alone down these empty roads, Streetlights cast shadows, secrets never told. Faded on my own, can’t find my way back home, Every song I write feels like a broken poem. Smoke fills the air as I breathe out my pain, Tattooed on my heart, like the scars and the rain. Haunted by the ghosts of all my mistakes, Feeling like I’m drowning, can’t catch a break. (Chorus) 'Cause I’m lost in the night, yeah, I’m all on my own, Searching for something to make me feel whole. I’m fighting my demons, but they’re winning tonight, Can’t shake this feeling that I’m losing my life. (Verse 2) Told me I’d be fine, that it’s all in my head, But the voices get louder when I lie in my bed. Try to feel something, but it’s never enough, Even when I’m numb, I still feel the cut. Memories of you like a ghost in my veins, Remind me of love, but also the pain. I’m stitched up in pieces, a soul torn apart, Love and regret are both works of art. (Chorus) 'Cause I’m lost in the night, yeah, I’m all on my own, Searching for something to make me feel whole. I’m fighting my demons, but they’re winning tonight, Can’t shake this feeling that I’m losing my life. (Bridge) And if I fade away, will anyone know? Or am I just another name on the stone? I gave it my all, but still fell apart, Left a little of me in every scar. (Outro) So I’ll keep driving, lost in the night, Praying I find some kind of light. Until then, I’ll wear my pain like a crown, Living like a king in a ghost town. (Chorus) 'Cause I’m lost in the night, yeah, I’m all on my own, Searching for something to make me feel whole. I’m fighting my demons, but they’re winning tonight, Can’t shake this feeling that I’m losing my life.

Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't. Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator. Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. Knock, knock; never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.