Games Year 2000 till now best songs

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Slash/Chris Stapleton-Oh Well






Can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well

Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick by me, and I'll be your guiding hand"
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well
Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick by me, and I'll be your guiding hand"
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

 

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A Foreign Affair-Hollow

 

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Disturbed-Land Of Confusion









I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
Moving into the street
Now did you read the news today?
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
Burning into the night

There's too many men
Too many people making too many problems
And there's not much love to go round
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

Our superman, where are you now
When everything's gone wrong somehow?
The men of steel, these men of power
Are losing control by the hour

And this is the time
This is the place so we look for the future
But there's not much love to go round
Tell me why this is a land of confusion?

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

I remember long ago
When the sun was shining
And all the stars were bright
All through the night
In the wake of this madness
As I held you tight
So long ago

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know we'll never keep

There's too many men
Too many people making too many problems
And there's not much love to go round
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for
This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to

 

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Gloria Estefan-Young Hearts Run Free



What's the sense in sharing, this one and only life
Endin' up, just another lost and lonely wife
You'll count up the years, and they will be filled
with tears
Love only breaks up, to start over again
You'll get the baby, but you won't have your man
While he is busy loving every woman that he can,
uh-huh
Say I'm gonna leave a hundred times a day
It's easier said than done
When you just can't break away (when you just can't
break away)

Chorus:

Oh young hearts run free
Never be hung up, hung up like my man and me, my man
and me
Ooh, young hearts, to yourself be true
Don't be no fool when love really don't love you,
don't love you

It's high time now just one crack at life
Who wants to live in, in trouble and strife
My mind must be free, to learn all I can about me,
uh-hmm

I'm gonna love me, for the rest of my days
Encourage the babies every time they say
"Self preservation is what's really going on today"

Say I'm gonna turn loose a thousand times a day
But how can I turn loose
When I just can't break away (when I just can't break
away)

Oh young hearts run free
They'll never be hung up, hung up like my man and me,
you and me
Ooh, young hearts, to yourself be true
Don't be no fool when love really don't love you,
don't love you

 

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Cage The Elephant-Ain't No Rest For The Elephant








He was a-
Ya know it
He was a-

I was walking down the street
When out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me
She said, I've never seen a man
Who looks so all alone
Uh, could you use a little company?

If you pay the right price
Your evening will be nice
And you can go and send me on my way
I said, "You're such a sweet young thing
Why'd you do this to yourself?"
She looked at me and this is what she said

"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free
I know I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know
I wish I could
Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good"

Not even 15 minutes later
I'm still walking down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight
And then he swept up from behind
He put a gun up to my head
He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight

He said, "Give me all you've got
I want your money not your life
But if you try to make a move, I won't think twice"
I told him, "You can have my cash
But first you know I got to ask
What made you want to live this kind of life?"

He said, "There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free
I know I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know, I wish I could
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good"
Yeah

You know it
He was a-
You know it
He was a-

Well, now a couple hours passed
And I was sitting at my house
The day was winding down and coming to an end
And so I turned on the TV
And flipped it over to the news
And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend

I saw a preacher man in cuffs
He'd taken money from the church
He'd stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills
But even still I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same
Oh yes, we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

You know there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
We got bills to pay
We got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free
I know we can't slow down
We can't hold back, though you know, we wish we could
Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

 

[Mirrory Me]

We Are the Dead

Ghosts presence, ghost music in the radio at night
When you can't sleep, in the line of shadows
Around the glowing red eye

Voices that talk and talk towards nothing
So that nothing's hollow role shall not slide
In on the scene in the solitary theater

And the voices laugh loud, so the candles flicker
And go out, without noticing how dark it becomes

And he who records the voices of the spirits
Of the dead. On the tape filled with buzz and
Cosmic noise you can hear their remote voices
Form German words; they say: Wir sind die Toten
Which is true, whoever they might be

The total inaccessibility of silence, it shines in the
Wallmirror when you've left, and disappears
When you return. No silence in death's silence