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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 4:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 6:22 pm
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new favorite artist!!!! whee she has the prettiest voice...
Anna Nalik - Breathe (2 AM)
2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake, can you help me unravel my latest mistake, I don't love him, winter just wasn't my season Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes Like they have any right at all to critisize, hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason
'Cause you can't jump the track,we're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table No one can find the rewind button girl, So cradle your head in you hands And breathe, just breathe, Woah breathe, just breathe
May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist, Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year. Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while, But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles, Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it.
Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable, And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button boys, So cradle your head in your hands, And breathe, just breathe, Woah breathe, just breahte
There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout But you're just as far in as you'll ever be out These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again If you only try turning around.
2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song If I get it all down on paper, its no longer inside of me, threatening the life they belong to And i feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable, And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table No one can find the rewind button now Sing it if you understand. and breathe, just breathe woah breathe, just breathe, oh breathe, just breathe.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 10:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 10:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 4:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 4:38 pm
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it has a really catchy beat......
"Billy S" by: Skye Sweetnam
Wake up tired Monday mornings suck It's way too early to catch a bus Why conform without a fuss? Daddy, daddy no! I don't wanna go to school!
I don't need to read Billy Shakespeare Meet Juliet or Benvolio Feel for once what it's like to rebell now I wanna break out lets go
Teachers treat us all like clones "Sit up straight, take off your headphones" I dont blame them They get paid Money, money whoo! Lotsa money, money whoo!
I don't need to read Billy Shakespeare Meet Juliet or Benvolio Feel for once what it's like to rebell now I wanna break out lets go
Get out, get out, get out, get out whoo! Get out, get out, get out, get out whoo! To skip or not to skip, that is the question Get out, get out, get out, get out whoo! Get out, get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out, get out
I don't need to read Billy Shakespeare Meet Juliet or Benvolio Feel for once what it's like to rebell now I wanna break out lets go
I don't need to read Billy Shakespeare Meet Juliet or Benvolio Feel for once what it's like to rebell now I wanna break out lets go
I don't need to read Billy Shakespeare Meet Juliet or Benvolio Feel for once what it's like to rebell now I wanna break out lets go
Get out, get out, get out, get out whoo! Get out, get out
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 4:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 8:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 6:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 1:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2005 5:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 12:31 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 3:42 pm
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this is one of my favorites, kinda cheesy but i like the tune: Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know. God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Hey, hey, hey
We'd like to know a little bit about your for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself. Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes, Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know. God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Hey, hey, hey
Hide in the hiding place where no one ever goes. Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes. It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair. Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids.
Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know. God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Hey, hey, hey
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon. Going to the candidate's debate. Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Every way you look at this you lose.
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you. What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson. Jotting Joe has left and gone away, Hey hey hey.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 12:11 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 10:57 am
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