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This doesn't have to be the big get-even. This doesn't have to be anything at all (Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty, "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around")

You were sitting, your fingers like fuses; your eyes were cinnamon (Beth Orton, "Stolen Car")

I have one thing to say: You better work (RuPaul, "Supermodel")

Come on and crawl up to your window, darlin'—let me whisper in your ear (Cowhoy Junkies, "Shining Moon")

Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor, not going left, not going right (Liza Minnelli, "Losing My Mind")

That stuff you play, it sounds so passé. Don't get me wrong, I like you—but I don't like your band (Annie, "I Don't Like Your Band")

Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten—how strange these streets feel when you're alone on them (Cowboy Junkies, "Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning")

You'd sell your soul for a tacky song, like the ones you hear on the radio. Turn around and ask yourself: Manchild, will you ever win? (Neneh Cherry, "Manchild")

You've got my conscience on the trot. You've got me walking round the block. You've got me searching for experience (Momus, "London 1888")

And the sunlight shining through the crack in the windowpane numbs my brain (Van Morrison, "T.B. Sheets")

If this is redemption, why do I bother at all? There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed (James Vincent McMorrow, "We Don't Eat")