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Recital of the Script [DVD] (Marillion) · Post Script (Jason Gray) · Script of the Bridge: 25th Anniversary Edition (The Chameleons UK) · The Script (The Script) · Script of the Bridge (The Chameleons UK) · Music from the Unrealized Film Script, Dusk at Cubist Castle (The Olivia Tremor Control) · Script [Special Edition] (The Script) · Script for a Jester's Tear (Marillion) · The Script (The Script) · The Script (The Script) – and 90 other albums »


the script
Baby ya killin' me
Flipped the script
And I'll never be the same again
Yeah Yeah

This where your girl start acting crazy
This is what ya hear
to pick the film now
Someone else can write the script
This is not the way I planned it
Some you lose but some you win
Hey hey, but some you win
Hey
the script under your sleeves

I'm sure we'll be fine
You've got your friends and I
I've got my makers and all this time

Too late, too late to see the show
once you're mine
Cause this is
More than before
This is real
I'm an 18 year old grown ass man tryin' to get in you're life

Let go!
I don't wanna
a player once you're mine
'Cause this is
More than before
This is real
I'm an 18 year old grown ass man tryin' to get in you're life

Let go!
I don't
Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys
Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking
to turn it around
Got to give back
Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track

Take the 1 train
Ride the Double L
Go to Brooklyn
Rock well
Forever more

I found this photograph,
Stashed between the old joist walls,
In a place where time is lost,
Lost behind, where all things fall.
Broken books
Forever more

I found this photograph,
Stashed between the old joist walls,
In a place where time is lost,
Lost behind, where all things fall.
Broken books
Here is the store house of Her Majesty 
Well guarded by sentry 
But looks are free 

Call this the rayless and benighted age 
Witches by tallow
won't last 
No, same script, different cast

This is a retake of my life
You were his star for many nights 
But now the roles have changed
I'm
without you
Without you I'm nothing

Let's give this a Hollywood ending!

I'm nothing without you

No hero

A zero

That's me

With you by my
Walkin' To Missouri
Sammy Kaye
Peaked at # 11 in 1952
Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952
Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN'
you've been warned
Enjoy it now, because it won't last 
No, same script, different cast

[Deborah]
This is a retake of my life
You were his star for
Time, he's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boys

Time, he flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
Yeah, special dedication.
I'm sending this one out to you and you and you and you
I said to you and you and you

Cold blooded, I love how we
given the morning, every dawn brings thoughts of you.
By this time tomorrow I'll be brand new.
Been given the morning,
If you catch me tomorrow I'll be
know the bomb's at where I'm at
Well if that's the case you shoulda roll
wit the PG instead of losing control (motherfucker)
This is how we do, Dogg
and consequence

If forgiveness is understanding that I
Affirming a compact for the millionth time
From this tumbling house of cards of mine

I am beaten by
Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys
Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking
you're better off that no one knows
that this is your finest role

Now it's dark and just too late
to say you're by my side
When there's no more
Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys
Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking
a young girls eye
As I watch TV
This thing called love, I've got to try
Leave this script for me

It's time to learn all about
True love without a doubt
knew that this ya music
Would help us find our way
It's the source I say that makes us one
Pumping through our veins

Independence is what we crave for
whack

Now what you hear is what you lack
Take a lil' bit of this a lil' bit of dat
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Who got biggie and who shot tupac