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20 ans ~ 100 chansons : 1986–2006
Disc 1
01. There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
02. Some Candy Talking
03. C’mon Every Beatbox
04. Pump Up the Volume
05. Birthday
06. Just Like Heaven
07. Where Is My Mind?
08. Everyday Is Like Sunday
09. Was There Anything I Could Do?
10. The Mercy Seat
11. Express Yourself
12. I Wanna Be Adored
13. Oh! Brother
14. Dirty Boots
15. There She Goes
16. The Only One I Know
17. Groove Is in the Heart
Disc 2
01. Sheela‐Na‐Gig
02. Loaded
03. Jump Around
04. Glory Box
05. O Paul
06. Tonight We Fly
07. Loser
08. Rock Star
09. Undone (The Sweater Song)
10. Dream Brother
11. Karmacoma – Portishead Experience
12. Common People
13. Le Courage des oiseaux
14. Caught by the Fuzz
15. Wonderwall
16. Born Slippy (Nuxx)
17. Runnin’
18. Frank Sinatra
Disc 3
01. Un jour en France
02. Makes Me Wanna Die
03. Novocaine for the Soul
04. Fade Into You
05. The Fox in the Snow
06. The Child
07. Hunter
08. Firestarter
09. Around the World
10. Karma Police
11. The Drugs Don’t Work
12. A.M. 180
13. Crispy Bacon
14. Fuck Even Flow
15. Do You Wanna Get Heavy?
16. Holes
Disc 4
01. The Rockafeller Skank
02. Prix choc
03. Rendez‐vu
04. Every You Every Me
05. La nuit je mens
06. Metaphysical (A Good Day)
07. Hey Boy Hey Girl
08. Caught Out There
09. Instant Street
10. Dirge
11. Flat Beat
12. Je vous emmerde
13. Since I Left You
14. Beau Mot Plage
15. Playground Love
Disc 5
01. Too Young
02. The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
03. Love on the Dole
04. La Baie
05. Silent Sigh
06. Baby Doll
07. Dom
08. Dy‐na‐mi‐tee
09. It’s Too Late
10. De pauvres riches
11. I Don’t Blame You
12. Elle m’a dit
13. Hey Ya!
14. Black and White Eyes
15. Brest
16. Ambulance
17. Ladyflash
Disc 6
01. Music When the Lights Go Out
02. Rebellion (Lies)
03. Take Me Out (Daft Punk remix)
04. I Luv U
05. Le Baiser Modiano
06. Beaux Dimanches
07. Terrible Angels
08. 1000 Bruits
09. Losing My Edge
10. 22 Grand Job
11. John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
12. Banquet
13. Over and Over Again (Lost and Found)
14. The Good Ones
15. Hope There’s Someone
16. Hey Mama Wolf
17. Fake Tales of San Francisco (live)
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Uh huh, check it out, check it out
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Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah
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Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah
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Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah
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Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away

I must admit on some occasions
I went out like a punk and a chump
Or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I used to never get
'Cause all I got was upset
When n-used to be like
(What's up, fool? N-, what's up?)

And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip
For no reason at all I can recall n- throwing C's in my face
Down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eating chicken at three
Wondering, "Why is everybody always pickin' on me?
I tried to talk and tell them, chill, I did nothin' to deserve this
But when it didn't work, I wasn't scared, just real nervous and unprepared

To deal with scrappin' no doubt
My pappy never told me how to knock a n-out
But now in '95 I must survive as a man on my own
F- around with Fatlip, yes, ya get blown
I'm not tryin' to show no macho is shown
But when it's on, if it's on, then it's on

Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away

One, two so listen here
There comes a time in every man's life
When he's gotta handle shit up on his own
Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
Please, they got problems of their own
Down for the count on seven chicken sh- don't get to heaven
'Til they faced these fears in these fear zones
Used to get jacked back up in high school, I played it cool

Just so some real sh-won't get full blown bein' where I'm from
They let the smoke come quicker than an evil redneck
Could lynch a helpless colored figure and
As a victim I invented low-key
Till the keyhole itself got lower than me
So I stood up and let my free form form free
Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me
I don't sweat it, I let the bullsh- blow in the breeze
In other words, just debris

Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away

It's 1995
And now that I'm older, stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but I told y'all
Until the day that I die I still
Will be a soldier and that's all I told ya
And that's all I showed ya
And that's all I sold ya
And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity

Can it be (that I'm a celebrity who's on the brink of insanity?)
Now don't be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me
'Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintainin'
'Cause all this gamin' and famin' from entertainin'
Is hella strainin' (to the brain and)
But I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'

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Can't keep running away, running away
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