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Post by Squall on Oct 31, 2003 19:22:31 GMT -5
I know I said it is cool and all how does it work??? The contest?? I mean??
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Post by Rhiona on Nov 2, 2003 23:30:42 GMT -5
I float above and these wings catch, and your sky hold you so beautiful.
And I understand if all this comes falling because my sky already has.
And my head bows, all of this I know. All of your precious love, you can paint as light as you see.
And you can make reasons for everything But as long as I dream some things will always be.
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Post by freakshow on Nov 3, 2003 22:01:48 GMT -5
I'm lying down, blowing smoke from my cigarette little whisper smoke signs that you'll never get.
Roman Candle, Elliott Smith
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Post by Trancemist on Nov 3, 2003 23:13:17 GMT -5
DUDE! WHATS UP WITH THE SONG MAN??? ARE YOU OKAY??? ALIVE???
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Post by NotAGoth on Dec 3, 2003 0:13:25 GMT -5
Wallflowers - "One Headlight"
So long ago, I don't remember when That's when they say I lost my only friend Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease As I listened through the cemetery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn The long broken arm of human law Now it always seemed such a waste She always had a pretty face So I wondered how she hung around this place
[Chorus:] Hey, come on try a little Nothing is forever There's got to be something better than In the middle But me & Cinderella We put it all together We can drive it home With one headlight
She said it's cold It feels like Independence Day And I can't break away from this parade But there's got to be an opening Somewhere here in front of me Through this maze of ugliness and greed And I seen the sun up ahead At the county line bridge Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead We'll run until she's out of breath She ran until there's nothin' left She hit the end-it's just her window ledge
[chorus]
Well this place is old It feels just like a beat up truck I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes This place is always such a mess Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams I think her death it must be killin' me
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