Ralph E. Maff
2010-05-15 01:08:00 UTC
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Mid-Night Rider
2010-05-15 02:53:17 UTC
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Lyrics to
Box Lunch At The Y :
Mix the firelight
And compliment with
with fluctuating
endless ebbing
of the tide within my chest
on the scene
you hear my words
but cant know what they mean
so listen closely dear
Im here to open up your eyes
Watch the sky
watch anything but
dont look in my eyes
cause I wont last a minute in your
sights and hold
your breath as I hold mine
this body never meant to stand against
perfection of this kind
Tell the truth
pay the price
whether wrong or right
theres no changing of what you feel
and Im not one to fight
futile as these hopes may be
I made a promise I must keep
so cut me open cut me open, cut me
You and I
were meant for so much
greater things but
here is where we lie
and I cannot find the strength to fight tonight You are
the last thing from what I deserve
electric in your every word
in every breath, in every step
you take your beauty all for granted
you cant youll never see you like I do
Pick up the heart that beats that bleeds for you I cant find I wont find
the trust to
See this through
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Lyrics to
Box Lunch At The Y :
Mix the firelight
And compliment with
with fluctuating
endless ebbing
of the tide within my chest
on the scene
you hear my words
but cant know what they mean
so listen closely dear
Im here to open up your eyes
Watch the sky
watch anything but
dont look in my eyes
cause I wont last a minute in your
sights and hold
your breath as I hold mine
this body never meant to stand against
perfection of this kind
Tell the truth
pay the price
whether wrong or right
theres no changing of what you feel
and Im not one to fight
futile as these hopes may be
I made a promise I must keep
so cut me open cut me open, cut me
You and I
were meant for so much
greater things but
here is where we lie
and I cannot find the strength to fight tonight You are
the last thing from what I deserve
electric in your every word
in every breath, in every step
you take your beauty all for granted
you cant youll never see you like I do
Pick up the heart that beats that bleeds for you I cant find I wont find
the trust to
See this through
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news:alt.music.novelty
Patricia Martin Steward
2010-05-15 14:48:02 UTC
To paraphrase a line from Victor/Victoria:
Oh, honey, it's not wasted.
Oh, honey, it's not wasted.
--
Das Internet is nicht fuer gefingerclickend und giffengrabben.
Ist easy droppenpacket der Routers und overloaden der Backbone
mit der spammen und der me-tooen. Ist nicht fuer gewerken bei
die Dummkopfen. Die mausklicken Sichtseeren keepen das Bandwidth-
spewen Hands in die Pockets muss; relaxen und watchen das cursorblinken.
Das Internet is nicht fuer gefingerclickend und giffengrabben.
Ist easy droppenpacket der Routers und overloaden der Backbone
mit der spammen und der me-tooen. Ist nicht fuer gewerken bei
die Dummkopfen. Die mausklicken Sichtseeren keepen das Bandwidth-
spewen Hands in die Pockets muss; relaxen und watchen das cursorblinken.
Dude777
2010-05-16 12:48:46 UTC
Why? It's not like you were gonna get any of it.
Frank Jensen
2010-05-16 17:48:04 UTC
Brad Paisley and quite a few other guys did though!