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You Owe Me

Nas]
Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real
Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty
Shorty, what up, huh?
Come on
1 - [ginuwine]
Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something
[nas]
Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax
Owe me back like forty acres to blacks
Pay me back when you shake it like that girl
2 - [ginuwine]
Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe, owe, owe
[nas]

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song performed by Ginuwine
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I'll Stick Around

I thought I knew all it took to bother you
Every word I said was true; that you'll see
How could it be I'm the only one who sees
Your rehearsed insanity Yeah

I still refused all the methods you've abused
Its alright if you're confused; let me be
I've been around all the pawns you've gagged and bound
They'll come back and knock you down
And I'll be free

I've taken all and I've endured
One day it all will fade I'm sure

I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything

I had no hand in your ever desperate plan

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song performed by Foo Fighters from Foo Fighters
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What I Owe You

This is a list
Of what to expect
From me to you
With love and respect
I owe you an ear
Cuz u would always pay attention
I owe you a shoulder
Cuz on yours lies my affection
I owe u a hand
You always helped out
I owe u advice
Of that there’s no doubt
I owe u respect
Of that your full
I owe trust
With my secrets you were cool
I owe you knowledge
You taught me so much
I owe you love
Deep in my heart, you touched

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poem by James Prince
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A List Of What To Expect

This is a list
Of what to expect
From me to you
With love and respect

I owe you an ear
Because you always pay attention
I owe you a shoulder
Because on yours lies my affection
I owe you a hand
You always help me out
I owe you advice
Of that there’s no doubt

I owe you respect
Of that you’re full
I owe you trust
With my secrets you are cool
I owe you knowledge
You have taught me so much

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poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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There Are Debts To Be Paid

There are debts to be paid
Which will never be paid-
Those I owe them to are gone
And in truth how could I ever repay
Were they still here?

You live and you owe-
You owe so much-
People have given you things
You can't pay them back-
You've hurt people whether you wanted to or not-
There are times you could have been there
And you were not-

You owe and you owe and you owe
And you die in debt also-
Because you never could be just right with all of the
And the ones you hurt without wanting to are gone-

It's a hard life on all continents

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poem by Shalom Freedman
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You Owe It All To Me

Never thought there would be a time
When all youd wanna do is fight
Its made me suffer lonely days
And Im waitin for the evenings sun
To come along and calm me down
Cant you see that on my face
Without me you would be nowhere
All alone Ive cared
You owe it all to me
Without me you would be nowhere
All alone Ive cared
You owe it all to me
I know it seems to you sometimes
When were alone I tend to hide
Leave my feelings locked behind a door
As I watch the wind cut through the trees
I never wanted you to leave
I only wish Id told you this before
Without me you would be nowhere
All alone Ive cared

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song performed by Texas
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Owe Them More Than That

Owe Them More Than That
Old Hank was a drifter passing through,
he stayed long enough to cry the blues,
acquainted with the bottle,
he knew the good Lord too,
Hank was drifter passing through;
Lefty was an oil rigger's son,
he felt every word he ever sung,
and when it came to singin?, Lord,
he showed them how its done;
old Lefty was an oil rigger's son.
They broke the ground
on the road that we go down today,
like a train whistle passing,
their voices are starting to fade.
There are some who sing their praises,
others tip their hats,
but it seems like we owe em more than that.
Marty painted pictures with a song,
El Paso made the whole world sing along,

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song performed by Kenny Rogers
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Death of a Misanthropist

The least poignant funeral
Is the death of a misanthropist
For a misanthropist had already
Died a lot of little deaths
And the world had already
Played a thousand exequies
In the chortles of their hilarity
That had molted abhorrence,
But then again, there's a death
That can obliterate a misanthrope
And it is the most pleasurable death
For it is the birth of a different life
Effacing the veneer of misanthropy

Now there is a flamboyant fire
Incinerating inside my belly
That bores an affluent hunger
For more life, more hope,
And I never wanted more breaths
To engulf all rues from deaths

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poem by Norman Santos
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Days

- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you

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song performed by David Bowie
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Part I

"That oblong book's the Album; hand it here!
Exactly! page on page of gratitude
For breakfast, dinner, supper, and the view!
I praise these poets: they leave margin-space;
Each stanza seems to gather skirts around,
And primly, trimly, keep the foot's confine,
Modest and maidlike; lubber prose o'er-sprawls
And straddling stops the path from left to right.
Since I want space to do my cipher-work,
Which poem spares a corner? What comes first?
'Hail, calm acclivity, salubrious spot!'
(Open the window, we burn daylight, boy!)
Or see—succincter beauty, brief and bold—
'If a fellow can dine On rumpsteaks and port wine,
He needs not despair Of dining well here—'
'Here!' I myself could find a better rhyme!
That bard's a Browning; he neglects the form:
But ah, the sense, ye gods, the weighty sense!
Still, I prefer this classic. Ay, throw wide!
I'll quench the bits of candle yet unburnt.

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poem by Robert Browning from The Inn Album (1875)
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