100 lyrics for "I just want to"

Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your
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Well, get down woman, before I have to go. Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time. You know, ya hurt me with your bad mouth, An' I just don't want to know. If you want me hangin' 'round, Gotta give me some peace of mind. Oh, get down boy. Well,
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All I ever wanted All I ever needed Just too dumb to surrender She shakes Like a mornin railway checking me out Someone on her shoulder Flickers in the bedroom She must feel it's awkward Or it's Arizona
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(Nobody cares you’re just a bad man Nobody wants you’re a dead man) Do what you say, do want you want to Do what you say, do want you want to We rip upon the flesh and lift to see And looking on all the faces along the way The terror grips me close and
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I just wanna be in Come on over and mend my heart I didn't want to be here I didn't want to be here without you Want to be here Be in the light, light that surrounds you Every one of us got wanderlust You get me high, love But everyone of us, every one
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They can call me whatever they want For them to sing along to when I'm gone Put my heart where everyone can see Call me crazy You can call me whatever you want But that won't change me I just don't care what the world says I'm gonna make it
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You're so cool. I want to be just like you. I've got these pictures keep on rolling around my head. I want to hang them on the wall above my bed. And it's so easy to step aside And walk in line like all the rest. But IQ never did that well on tests. I
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Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind And I just can't keep from cryin' Well I'm goin' away to leave Won't be back no more Goin' back down south, child Don't you want to go? Well baby I just can't be satisfied Well I feel like snappin' Pistol in
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So who you gonna call? The martini police And as we gaze skyward, ain't it dark early? It's the star treatment I just wanted to be one of The Strokes Now look at the mess you made me make Hitchhiking with a monogrammed suitcase Miles away from any
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