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Post by Mrs. Snape on Jul 25, 2009 21:29:40 GMT -5
Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City? Your a thousand miles away but girl tonight you looks so pretty, yes you do. Time Square can't shine as bright as you. You know it's true.
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Post by Trash on Jul 26, 2009 9:02:47 GMT -5
Everything will slip away, shattered pieces will remain when memories fade into emptiness, only time will tell its tale, if it all has been in vain, I can't feel my senses, I just feel the cold.
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Post by Alfred F Jones on Jul 26, 2009 9:06:16 GMT -5
Don't stop believin hold hinto that feelin street lights people. Don't stop believing
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Post by Trash on Jul 26, 2009 10:08:40 GMT -5
Give me the reason, you give me control, I gave you my purity, my purity you stole, did you think I wouldn't recognise this comprimise, am I just too stupid to realise, stale incense, old sweat and lies lies lies
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Post by Alfred F Jones on Jul 26, 2009 10:36:13 GMT -5
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama lord I'm comin home to you.
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Post by Trash on Jul 26, 2009 10:49:31 GMT -5
Under a sky no longer blue, we sweat all day long for you, we sow seeds to see us through, coz sometimes dreams just don't come true, we wait to reap what we are due
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