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Archive for Август, 2010

He said somehow, some way, it’s gotta get better than this.
Patti packed her bags, left a note for her momma, she was just seventeen,
there were tears in her eyes when she kissed her little sister goodbye.

Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket and a head full of dreams

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If I had my way girl, I'd never leave you for a minute

But things don’t always turn out the way we want them to

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What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway

Half the world hates

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Too young to reaaly be in love

They try to tell us we're too young

They say that love’s a word

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Self-defeated and forget
Drowned in love and false kisses
A gathering of no meaning

Realise how lonely this is

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On another dark wet December afternoon
All my cherished memories are of you
All my warmth and comfort stayed with you

The rain poured down the wind swept avenue

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Came over me
I can’t begin to describe how you make me feel
I don’t believe it myself,
I thought I was dreaming
Now we’re back together
And I’ll never let you go
I’ve been everywhere searching for the one
But no matter what I do I run into you
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At a shot gun wedding, here in this town
And I’m a victim oh yea
of a shotgun wedding
Cause your fathers got a gun
and there ain’t no place to run
Shotgun wedding and oh listen to me

People were standing, all around

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And nobody sleeps
In the house where love lies dying
And the shadows creep
A little girl hides shaking,
With her hands on her ears
Pushing back the tears,
‘Til the pain disappears

In the house where nobody laughs

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till I was approximately the age of four or perhaps five
I lost both my mother and my father
Killed in a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
which robbed me of the sight of the morning sun
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