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I'm through with standing in lineTo clubs we'll never get inIt's like the bottom of the ninthAnd I'm never gonna winThis life hasn't turned outQuite the way I want it to be(Tell me what you want)I want a brand new houseOn an episode of CribsAnd a bathroom I can play baseball inAnd a king size tub big enoughFor ten plus me
Once there was this kid who Got into an accident and couldn't come to school But when he finally came back His hair had turned from black into bright white He said that it was from when The car had smashed so hard
The lights were groovy colours,
The band was playin' slow,
We danced just one dance together,
Then she said...
I've Gotta Go Now.
I brushed away a tear drop,
And followed her outside,
Where a long haired yob on a cycle was waiting to gi'e her a ride,
I'll never forget, that freak she went with,
Tell him he'd better leave town,
Bostin !!
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Darken the city, night is a wireSteam in the subway, earth is a afireDo do do do do do do dodo dododo dodoWoman, you want me, give me a signAnd catch my breathing even closer behindDo do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
No Dun, I mean Harris ~ maybe 'arris if I was still talking with a Southern accent ~ tho neither word is in my dictionaries
Arris is in but it's not the word I mean.
UKHR
Go you , you beat Duns yeah lol
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Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)If you feel like letting go, (hold on)When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
aris- aristotle rhymin slang for bottle - bottle and glass rhymin slang for ass
I knew it was rhyming slang but couldn't think for what lol
and more useless info - next time u call someone a berk (if u ever do) a harmless little name its berkshire hunt, ill leave ya to work that one out ;)
LOL no comment
Back to topic (sorry Jackie)
Kwak lol no worries and i shall rem that wen i call sum1 a berk in future, although i have learnt several gaelic swear words which cum in handy at the moment.
Duns is there any music u dont know
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All around me are familiar facesWorn out places, worn out facesBright and early for their daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhereAnd their tears are filling up their glassesNo expression, no expressionHide my head I want to drown my sorrowNo tomorrow, no tomorrowAnd I find it kind of funnyI find it kind of sadThe dreams in which I'm dyingAre the best I've ever hadI find it hard to tell you'Cos I find it hard to takeWhen people run in circles