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Apparently one of my neighbors is either reminiscing about the past, or feeling heartbroken, or both, because he/she was playing this song from TLC from yesteryear:

What a way to wake up in the morning.

1. Brand New “Millstone”: a punk rock retelling of “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”

   I used to be such a burning example.
   I used to be so original.
   I used to care, I was being cared for.
   Made sure I showed it to those that I love.

   I used to sleep without a single stir,
   ‘cause I was about my father’s work.

   Well take me out tonight.
   This ship of fools I’m on will sink.
   A millstone around my neck.
   If you’d be my breath, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give.

   I used to pray like God was listening.
   I used to make my parents proud.
   I was the glue that kept my friends together.
   Now they don’t talk, and we don’t go out.

   I used to know the name of every person I’d kissed.
   Now I made this bed and I can’t fall asleep in it.

   Well take me out tonight.
   This ship of fools I’m on will sink.
   A millstone around my neck.
   If you’d be my breath, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give.

   Throw me that lifeline.
   This ship of fools I’m on will sink.
   A millstone around my neck.
   If you’d be my breath, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give.

   I never hit the brakes,
   there’s no time to save him.
   He just ran out in the street.
   Anybody know his name?
   I think I recognize him.
   Sure it’s him?
   He sure as hell paid for that mistake.

   So take me out tonight.
   This ship of fools I’m on will sink.
   A millstone around my neck.
   If you’d be my breath, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give.

   To save my life tonight.
   This ship of fools I’m on will sink
   A millstone around my neck
   If you’d be my breath, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give.

2. Nine Inch Nails “Everyday is Exactly the Same”, the industrial rock take on the Myth of Sisyphus

   I believe I can see the future,
   ‘cause I repeat the same routine.
   I think I used to have a purpose,
   but then again
   that might have been a dream.
   I think I used to have a voice.
   Now I never make a sound.
   I just do what I’ve been told.
   I really don’t want them to come around.

   Oh, no.

   Every day is exactly the same.
   Every day is exactly the same.
   There is no love here and there is no pain.
   Every day is exactly the same.

   I can feel their eyes are watching
   in case I lose myself again.
   Sometimes I think I’m happy here.
   Sometimes, yet I still pretend.

   Every day is exactly the same.
   Every day is exactly the same.
   There is no love here and there is no pain.
   Every day is exactly the same.

   I’m writing on a little piece of paper.
   I’m hoping someday you might find…

   I’m still inside here.
   A little bit comes bleeding through.
   I wish this could have been any other way.
   But I just don’t know, I don’t know what else I can do.

   Every day is exactly the same.
   Every day is exactly the same.
   There is no love here and there is no pain.
   Every day is exactly the same.

3. N.E.R.D. “Sooner or Later” the R&B finale, explicating Murphy’s Law, and the typical course of what happens whenever I find myself infatuated with someone.

   Sooner or later it all comes crashing down (crashing down),
   crashing down (crashing down)
   when everyone’s around.
   I bet you would’ve paid up all your cash down (your cash down)
   and not make a sound (to make a sound)
   but everyone knows now.

   So your sad
   about the moment
   you lost your love (damn),
   you couldn’t see her leaving. (You were gassed.)
   And that sucks, don’t it,
   ‘cause God yanked the rug,
   and holding your heart will not help you breathe.

   Sooner or later it all comes crashing down (crashing down),
   crashing down (crashing down),
   when everyone’s around.
   I bet you would’ve paid up all your cash down (your cash down)
   and not make a sound (to make a sound)
   but everyone knows now.

   It all comes crashing…
   down…
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.

   So your sad,
   and you should own it
   that you fucked up (damn)
   you thought that you were the team. (You were gassed.)
   And now your opponent,
   he wears your gloves.
   A nightmare just ate up your dreams.

   Sooner or later it all comes crashing down (crashing down),
   crashing down (crashing down),
   when everyone’s around.
   I bet you would’ve paid up all your cash down (your cash down)
   and not make a sound (to make a sound)
   Everyone knows now.

   It all comes crashing…
   down…

   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.

   So your sad,
   Could have had so much done.
   You blew it off.
   Your chances passing you by. (You were gassed.)
   Time waits for no one,
   and it costs for a loss.
   A cosmic joke.
   Should you laugh or cry?

   Sooner or later it all comes crashing down (crashing down),
   crashing down (crashing down)
   when everyone’s around.
   I bet you would’ve paid up all your cash down (your cash down)
   and not make a sound (to make a sound)
   but everyone knows now.

   it all comes crashing…
   down…

   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.

   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.

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   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
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   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.
   It’s over. Leave it.