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Now That’s What I Call Music! 55
Disc 1
01. Ignition (remix)
02. In da Club
03. Cry Me a River
04. No Letting Go
05. Real Things
06. Come on Over
07. No Good Advice
08. Not Gonna Get Us
09. Fool No More
10. The Fast Food Song
11. Fly on the Wings of Love
12. Lately
13. Shakespeare’s (Way With) Words
14. Husan
15. Loneliness
16. Hot in Herre
17. All Over
18. Satisfaction
19. Deepest Blue
20. Sunlight
21. Damaged
22. Nothing but You
23. The Night
Disc 2
01. Come Undone
02. You Said No
03. I Can’t Read You
04. Misfit
05. Big Sur
06. God Put a Smile on Your Face
07. Everything Eventually
08. Don’t Let Go
09. The Long Good Bye
10. Incredible (What I Meant to Say)
11. Just the Way I’m Feeling
12. What You Need Is…
13. On the Horizon
14. Free Me
15. Say Goodbye
16. Shape
17. Excuse Me Miss
18. (Boy) I Need You
19. Mesmerize
Daddy told me, "Look into the future
Sit at your computer, be a good girl"
And mama said, "Remember you're a lady
Think before you play and straighten your curls"

Well, everybody's talking like I'm crazy
Dangerous and lazy girl with no soul
But I've seen it all from where I'm hiding
Baby, 'cause I'm sliding, out of control

Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth because it might show

I don't need no good advice
I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life
Cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips
Tea and sympathising
I don't need no special fix
To anaesthetise me

Daddy always told me to remember
Leave the boys 'til later, don't you drop down
Mama said I'd never get to heaven
Hanging 'til eleven, with the wrong crowd

Everybody's talking like I'm only
Just another phony girl who got played
But I dig the music that I'm making
Baby and I'll break it into your brain

Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth because it might show

I don't need no good advice
I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life
Cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips
Tea and sympathising
I don't need no special fix
To anaesthetise me

I don't need no good advice
I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life
Cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips
Tea and sympathising
I don't need no special fix
To anaesthetise me

I don't need no good advice
No well-intentioned sacrifice
And I don't need no Sunday trips
No chocolate box or speed for kicks
Hell, I don't need no beauty sleep
No need to count those dirty sheep
And I don't need no bedtime prayer
'Cause frankly I don't even care