"Soul To Squeeze" I've got a bad disease It's bitter baby, But from my brain is where I And it's very sweet bleed I'm on a rollercoaster, Insanity it seems but I'm on my feet Has got me by my soul to Take me to the river, squeeze Let me on your shore I'll be coming back baby, Well all the love from thee I'll be coming back for more With all the dying trees I scream The angels in my dreams (yeah) Doo doo doo doo dingle zing a Have turned to demons of greed dong bone that's mean Ba-di ba-da ba-zumba crunga cong gone bad [Chorus] Where I go I just don't know I could not forget I got to got to gotta take it slow But I will not endeavor When I find my piece of mind Simple pleasures aren't as special I'm gonna give you some of my But I won't regret it never good time [Chorus] Today love smiled on me It took away my pain say please Where I go I just don't know All that you had to free I might end up somewhere in You gotta let it be oh yeah Mexico When I find my piece of mind [Chorus] I'm gonna keep you for the end of time Oh, so polite indeed Well I got everything I need Oh make my days a breeze And take away my self destruction Compiled Juan Carlos David "Soul To Squeeze" aǺv DZǢt ǩ bæd dǺziəz | aǺ kǩd nǢt fǩDZet | bǩt frǩm maǺ breǺn Ǻz weǩr aǺ bǩt aǺ wǺl nǢt endevǩ | bliəd | sǺmplʜ pleȢǩz ǡənt ǩz speȓlʜ | ǺnsænǺti Ǻt siəmz | bǩt aǺ wǩȚnt rǺDZret Ǻt nevǩ | hæz DZǢt mi baǺ maǺ sǩȚl tǩ chorus skwiəz| weǩr aǺ DZǩ(Ț) aǺ dȢǩst dǩȚnt nǩȚ | wel Ǥəl ðǩ lȜv frǩm ðiə | aǺ maǺt end Ȝp sȜmweǩr Ǻn wǺð Ǥəl ðǩ daǺǺŋ triəz aǺ skriəm | meksǺkǩȚ | ði eǺndȢǩlz Ǻn maǺ driəmz jeǩ| wen aǺ faǺn(d) maǺ piəs ǩv maǺnd | hǩv tǬənd tǩ diəmǩnz ǩv DZriəd ðǩts aǺm DZǢnǩ kiəp ju fǩ ði end ǩv miən | taǺm| chorus weǩr aǺ DZǩ(Ț) aǺ dȢǩs(t) dǩȚn(t) nǩȚ | aǺ DZǢt tǩ DZǢt tǩ DZǢtǩ teǺk Ǻt slǩȚ | wen aǺ faǺn(d) maǺ piəs ǩv maǺnd | aǺm DZǢnǩ DZǺv ju sȜm ǩv maǺ DZȚd taǺm | tǩdeǺ lȜv smaǺld Ǣn mi | Ǻt tȚk ǩweǺ maǺ peǺn seǺ pliəz| Ǥəl ðǩt ju hæd tǩ friə | ju DZǢtǩ let Ǻt bi ǩȚ jeǩ | chorus ǩȚ | sǩȚ pǩlaǺt Ǻndiəd | wel aǺ DZǢt evrǺθǺŋ aǺ niəd | ǩȚ meǺk maǺ deǺz ǩ briəz | ǩn(d) teǺk ǩweǺ maǺ self dǺstrȜkȓnʜ| Ǻts bǺtǩ beǺbi | ǩnd Ǻts veri swiət | aǺm Ǣn ǩ rǩȚlǩkǩȚstǩ | bǩt aǺm Ǣn maǺ fiət | teǺk mi tǩ ðǩ rǺvǩ | let mi Ǣn jǤ: ȓǤə | aǺl bi kȜmǺŋ bæk beǺbi | aǺl bi kȜmǺŋ bæk fǩ mǤə | Compiled Juan Carlos David