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Bad Year (Lyric) by Miggy
There comes a point to finally ridicule
The ways of an unseen hypocritical
Rejoicing the living yet mourning the dead
Even with all of the worldâs uncensored miseries
Surprised that not enough jump floor hundred fifty three
They get distracted just to forget
Think that wrongdoers have time to repent
Something has to be wrong with faith
Like the red constellations of oneâs ugly face
(Chorus)
Oh, now you say somethingâs wrong with me
Canât take pills but could sleep eternally
Imagine in my so-called fantasy
That when a today could not exist
Youâll need an antonym of bliss
Multiply it by tears
End up with a day of my bad year
From the head twitching to the self-ticking time bomb
No one reads the label âignorance can lead to harmâ
Rather pleasure their own âtill the pants donât fit
Mistakes are meant to be ever so made
The worse wouldnât be born if a fat bitch didnât get laid
I guess that people want to see the end of it
Chose the man whoâll down the world from the cockpit
We need someone to step in the clutch
One who wouldnât miss the sense of his touch
(Chorus)
Thereâs not a set person to blame
If it were up to me, Iâd hold everyone
Knowing theyâre nowhere near a zion
Donât worry kids, never put your heads to shame
Letâs clear the dust and make a new day
(Chorus/Ending)
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Overall Rank: 1503
Posted: November 7, 2004 5:44 PM PST; Last modified: November 7, 2004 5:44 PM PST
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