Run of the mill

You are Paris of Europe in winter Your mode (of life) is more beautiful than the Maldives and Ubá This beauty is not a run-of-the-mill, it's a shot Where do you come from?

Maybe I was a nobody But never run-of-the-mill And now that I've died

No cheap thrills, baby Fill the briefcase with three-dollar bills1 I'm just an ordinary run of the mill fella Spitting out hella mic skills 1. A reference to a previous Limp Bizkit album, "Three Dollar Bill, Y'all$": https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Dollar_Bill,_Y%27all$

All I hear is your gear When I'm cruisin' in overdrive Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive

What have you achieved now you're old Did you fulfill ambition, do as you were told Or are you still doing the same this year Should I give sorrow, or turn 'round and sneer

I've been hurt so much in my life I want to quit, I want to quit But I can't quit this run of the mill life I want to be loved, I want to be loved

almost as if they're trying to liken it to human life. If that's just run-of-the-mill romanticism then it's something I used to hold on to, too.

Everyone has choice When to and not to raise their voices It's you that decides Which way will you turn

In the end I'm still me, so in the end today is still today. I thought we were supposed to have the power to change our futures. A run-of-the-mill variety show playing on TV made me laugh a little.

But why am I still so uncontrollably happy? Young boys and girls who can't stop laughing at an run-of-the-mill tomorrow Not a moment wasted, no need for reasons

Like a new coat that protects us This surreal comfort, this springboard, this crutch This run-of-the-mill miracle, we made a family And, plopped down next to my grandkids in front of the TV,

I know I'm weird, but I love you, please believe me Don't forget, the only thing we have is the present Our run-of-the-mill love story that no one knows about

And Jürgen Möllemann1 laughs from the other side And the Holger Apfel2 doesn't fall far from the tree And Max Mustermann3 burns down a refugee home Germany, Germany, you virtuous land 1. Jürgen Möllemann is a politician of the FDP party who made quite a few ...

And moved with an animal skill I rubbed my face in the sweat that ran down his chest It was all, very, run of the mill I noticed his scent started to change somehow

Better chance in the lottery Make a mockery, If you ain't bringing it real Lacking the skill, average run of the mill What ever you feel, homey we can handle this

Get everything in the world in our hands, everything that we want I'd throw away those run-of-the-mill fakes and show you only the real, it's show time

I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink So from the bottom to the top, floor to ceilin' You ain't run of the mill, you're one in a million 'Cause real tits are still fun

Even if it was all just an illusion Us, run of the mill And in the ordinary seasons,

Take that dessert It's always been your right A run of the mill Family to thrill

The crooked night begins to speed up I bet you plan on leaving me with a run-of-the-mill kiss