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Name: Seth
Country: Egypt
Metro: Cairo
Interests: walking like an egyptian and being a musician
Expertise: handstands
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/27/2003
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| and standing still in line and she's floating right by, i wanna be riding the train that we are on
I'm turning down the sheets and i know it repeats but it doesn't have to take so long
catching up on beats there's the verse it repeats till the chorus explodes in this song
checking the minor, checking the lights as they turn right on | | |
| musingaah she was a girl and i was seventeen
i was beaten up by my beauty queen
she had a burning desire to stand in the fire
and oh i think you know what i mean and it was only sweetness for the young at heart
life was changing and we were making our start
for our moment we ... nope lost my train of thought... damnit | | |
| structural history of...these old shoes have stalked their own old lines
through this little village and right through time
and at the center, stood and felt fulfilled by it took a moments grace to feel the haste
that subtle beat replaced by sudden chaste
i'd never change a single thing you'd do no one ever looked or spared a passing glance
the crowd passed by like in old romance
films have alway described it the best | | |
| aims at the sunShe grabbed me by the collar and said, 'dear boy, will you ever be just mine?'
I'm staring at the sun and the chain is never broken; i say, 'Its only just a matter of time!'
The door to heavens open, and though i know its only spoken; i still feel she's comin' undone.
Her eyes and mine are glowing, I think we know were showing, our will will always be done.
spark me off you pretty blue girl, who crept right into my soul
keep this feeling going so i can keep you rolling right on into the sun
i will hold you dearly, show you what living... is like when you come into love
and here i am, and there you go, here we are. where are we to go?
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| all things from the dirty seawe had a bridge for the singers already wrote
when the conductor stopped writing on the final note
turned to his choir and put his hands in the air
he couldn't stop shakin', no one seemed to care
turned the ship back to harbor in the dirty seas
the captain had always looked like he was ill at ease
and with his half caught catch turning glassy eyed
said 'were never gonna make it, we ought to try'
(ref)
we could turn back but the angels won't sing any louder
we could turn around but the lighthouse won't shine any longer
we will still try we will still try we still try we will still try
to be one and only soul to survive
and still she can turn to me, i'll even listen to her breathe
its six months or longer till her baby screams
the schooling isn't over just cause her hand got slapped
nuns were never clever, our guns were always better
I will hold my hand up and wait
I will hold my hand up and wait
I won't move on
I won't move on
(ref)repeat
(sorry about the subject agreement issues)
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