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Kristy is right she could sing the phone book and I daresay ALL of the takeout menus tacked to the fridge <3
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Tell Me Tell Me Lies.....
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Still...
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This Day Right Here is Really Rough
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My sister is listening to The Wiggles, so we are too lol
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were licking skin to wipe us clean.....
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Sweet Dreams
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an oldie but well sung...
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if i could wear Your clothes, i'd pretend i was You... and lose control. RawR, indeed.
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Love it
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There was only one.......that they called the King
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Kiss me like we're strangers on a train
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Who knows what's waiting in the wings of time? |
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Alison Krauss & Union Station
poignantly beautiful
"Paper Airplane" I've put it all behind me Nothing left to do or doubt Some may say But every silver lining always seems to have a cloud That comes my way Anticipated pleasure or unexpected pain No choice I fear And love is hard to measure hidden in the rain That's why you'll find me here all alone and still wondering why Waiting inside for the cold to get colder And here where it's clear that I've wasted my time Hoping to fly 'cause it's almost over now People come together, people go their own way Love conquers few And I'll do whatever, I'll say what I need to say Just not for you How many days should I smile with a frown? 'Cause you're not around with the sun on your shoulders And how many nights must I wake up alone? And know in my soul that it's almost over now Our love is like a paper airplane flying in the folded wind Riding high, dipping low And innocence is fair game, I'm hoping I can hold it in Our love will die, I know |
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say what you need to say...
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I sure miss Soul Train on a friggin' Saturday morning!
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strange thing about desire...
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if you walk the foot steps of a stranger...
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steadfast...
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rawr. clearing cobwebs.
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Inner gay flaming out due to ear worms
*twirl* & *snap* |
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