Monday, 27 April 2009
monday
On a Sunday I'll think it through.On the drive back I'll think it through.What you wish for won't come true.Live with that.On a Sunday she thought it through.Now as I drive back, there's thiry-six less hours I have to change the course I send myself.Live with that.On a Sunday go once around.Because when the rides done, the hopes that you have carried, they fall out from your hands back to the ground.Live with that.Learn as the drugs leave.Learn as you lose it.You will.The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
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- smile!!
- Give me the song and I'll sing it like i mean it
- monday
- Is it dark yet outside?
- My blue Manhatton
- You admit to everthing.
- Don't say a thing.
- Singing uh oh on a friday night.
- woops, did I say it out loud.
- underneath the starlight
- The same sky.
- For you and me there's no where left to hide.
- So raise it up.
- You can sit beside me when the world comes down.
- Don't knock it, you've been here before.
- one in a million
- This is me.
- May the force be with you
- Learning to breathe.
- Still I see monsters.
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