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the President
See we set the precedent
I don't feel I'm best
I just feel I'm better than

[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead]
Everyone, everyone around here
Everyone

Tourist
Ich zählte zwischen den Stühlen
Ich wäge ab, bin Analyst
Such' Mathematik in Gefühlen
Und die Vergehen gegen das Gesetz
Machen frei und

There's embarrassment in everyone
Burnt and bloated by the sun
Headaches caused by
One too many rides
But at least we're having fun
Aren't we

All

gunman is waving to the tourists

Brave faces on
Why did you follow me in the dark? 
What are you doing here?
How was your summer off?
I got murdered by

a Porsche
Yeah, we get some racks, but I need some more
You know I'm fly, not been a tourist
Niggas on read, but I'm in her neck
I send a thousand they climb

Fatally Beautiful

Pete Townshend

Proof Through the Night

1983

came in by the score

In a restaurant in Brussels she pulls back her hair
Picks up a candle and lights a cigarette
And she's recognized by a tourist
Who

Life's a wild ride
Operating machinery unqualified
Hanging by my ankles and swinging side to side
Really must have been a sight

You were

Hard Margin

The Creators

Off the Wall: Ten Years of Wall of Sound

2003

experience, green like spinach
Lookin diminished and malnourished
Me and Mos flourish
The illest shit ever dropped by American tourists
Hard margin

[Mos

in your pocket
The tourist on the tombstone sighs and goes home 

Suicide sells to growing girls; glamour of a pasty face
And as you eat your last

Brick by brick (ugh ugh)
Brick by brick (yeah)
Brick by brick (ugh ugh)
Brick by brick (yeah)
Brick by brick (ugh ugh)
Brick by brick (yeah)
Brick by

Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

Mobb Deep

Eastside

2003

jerks rush the doors 
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss 
In full force my team'll go at your main source 
We're not tourists hit

the rain
A slow parade of tourists came
The newspapers called her Mary Jane
The girl with no name
You can't see the future through a broken telescope
You

Bright lights
High as a kite on fire
Walking through hot nights
Groaning from the tourists turn to choirs

Can you smell the piss on the sidewalk?

I swept all the pain
I threw it out the front door
And I watched the birds pick it up piece by piece
And scatter it like seeds

And as each flower

We stopped to see 
The planet of desert dunes
They looked like 
A giant lizards bleached skeleton
You were floored by so much feeling
So huge so much

Shivering, she walks through the alleyway 
Bitter cold numbs her fingers and toes 
Passing by the tourists on holiday 
Cigarette smoke lingers in her

I was a tourist here
Now I'm haunted by my younger ghost
In the warmer parts of the year
(warmer parts of the year)

I was a forest here
Now I can

that can eat some folks alive
A river dyed yellow by the silver mines
Every year it takes another life
Natural springs, zipline tours and bad lungs
Hike

Outstretched arms over outstretched lands
Seas repelled by thorny hands
Rocks that curve, emerge from soil
Or bring forth water with little toil

at some of them?

There is a rock on the eastern shore
It's held on tight by the tourists
Do you believe in the myths and lore?
I see you as the better man

everything was wrong
How did he felt? I don't know anymore
Modern success is empty I guess
It's a fail if you go step by step
Five years with his life upside

96 Quite Bitter Beings

CKY

CKY, Vol. 1

from sight
'Cause 96 quite bitter beings
Like to stack the bodies high
The only way to ever leave
Is overflooded by the storm
And entanglement in

was the one thing that felt right
All these tourists could be kings during the day
But not in St. Augustine at night

I was working at the bait

Our Last Summer

A*Teens

The ABBA Generation

1999

the river
And we sat down in the grass

By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was