Whats the song?

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OK, so the person above you types a songs lyrics, or a paragraph of it, and the next person will guess what it is

Heres the first one - sung by Elvis

You know I can be found,
Sitting home all alone,
If you cant come around,
At least please telephone.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.

Baby, if I made you mad
For something I might have said,
Please, lets forget the past,
The future looks bright ahead,
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other love,
Baby its just you Im thinking of.

Dont stop thinking of me,
Dont make me feel this way,
Come on over here and love me,
You know what I want you to say.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
Why should we be apart?
I really love you baby, cross my heart.

Lets walk up to the preacher
And let us say I do,
Then youll know youll have me,
And Ill know that Ill have you,
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other love,
Baby its just you Im thinking of.

Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other love,
Baby its just you Im thinking of
 
Don't Be Cruel

Elvis Presley recorded that song in 1956...Don't be Cruel
 
Something has to change.
Undeniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.
Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I would not want you any other way.
Just not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my.

I can help you change tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be well upon our waaay.
Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within you
till you will not want me any other way.
But it's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip awaaaaaaaay.

Chupa minha pica pichu
Chupa minha pica pinto

Something kinda sad about,
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me,
if I really don't feel a thing at all?

I'll, keep, digging
till I, feel, something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
 
no idea what that song is...


I've been wrong before
And I'll be there again
I don't have
any answers my friend
Just this pile of old questions
My memory left me here
In the field of opportunity
It's plowin' time again.

I'm going' back to my house
But I'm not goin' now
It's too early
to be leaving here, somehow
Let me bore you with this story
"How my lover let me down"
While I borrow seeds of sadness
From the ground.

In the field of opportunity
It's plowin' time again.
There ain't no way of telling
Where these seeds
will rise or when
I'll just wait
around 'til springtime
And then, I'll find a friend
In the field of opportunity
It's plowin' time again.

When I'm all done cultivatin'
I'll be rockin' on the porch
Tryin' to picture
you and where you are
And there'll be no hesitatin'
When Cupid lights the torch
With those headlights
comin' down the hill
Between the stars.

In the field of opportunity
It's plowin' time again.
There ain't no way of telling
Where these seeds
will rise or when
I'll just wait
around 'til springtime
And then, I'll find a friend
In the field of opportunity
It's plowin' time again.
 
Rallysman said:
Something has to change.
Undeniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.
Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I would not want you any other way.
Just not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my.

I can help you change tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be well upon our waaay.
Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within you
till you will not want me any other way.
But it's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip awaaaaaaaay.

Chupa minha pica pichu
Chupa minha pica pinto

Something kinda sad about,
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me,
if I really don't feel a thing at all?

I'll, keep, digging
till I, feel, something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
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Stinkfist - TOOL :headbang2:
 
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