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  <title>&quot;Its Better to Burn Out, Than to Fade Away&quot;</title>
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If you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;don&apos;t, it will become the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;opposite&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;Post this in the next 200 seconds and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;WILL have&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;THE best day of your life THIS FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;You&apos;re number one *love* Will either&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;ask you out,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;or call you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;or text you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;If you break this chain you will have a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;HORRIBLE day on FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;REPOST DONT REPLY&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;dont laugh at this...just try</description>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/bart_3&quot;&gt;http://www.myspace.com/bart_3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out!</description>
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  <description>Opinion -Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, this song is called Opinion&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you have won&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s a year subscription of bad puns&lt;br /&gt;And it makes your story of concern&lt;br /&gt;And you set it up before it burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinions, mmm (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems to be a problem here&lt;br /&gt;And the steer of emotion seems to clear&lt;br /&gt;Now they rise and fall like wall street stock&lt;br /&gt;And they have an effect on our peace talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our opinions, mmm&lt;br /&gt;My opinions, mmm (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you have won&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s a year subscription of bad puns&lt;br /&gt;And it makes your story of concern&lt;br /&gt;And you set it up before it burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinions, mhm (x4)&lt;br /&gt;Your opinions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bloom - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sell the kids for food &lt;br /&gt;-- weather changes moods &lt;br /&gt;Spring is here again &lt;br /&gt;-- reproductive glands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey - He&apos;s the one &lt;br /&gt;Who likes all our pretty songs &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to sing along &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to shoot his gun &lt;br /&gt;But he knows not what it means &lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know what it means, when I say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s the one &lt;br /&gt;Who likes all our pretty songs &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to sing along &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to shoot his gun &lt;br /&gt;But he knows not what it means &lt;br /&gt;Knows not what it means when I say aahh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have some more -- nature is a whore &lt;br /&gt;Bruises on the fruit -- tender age in bloom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey - He&apos;s the one &lt;br /&gt;Who likes all our pretty songs &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to sing along &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to shoot his gun &lt;br /&gt;But he knows not what it means &lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know what it means, when I say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s the one &lt;br /&gt;Who likes all our pretty songs &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to sing along &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to shoot his gun &lt;br /&gt;But he knows not what it means &lt;br /&gt;Knows not what it means when I say aahh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s the one &lt;br /&gt;Who likes all our pretty songs &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to sing along &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to shoot his gun &lt;br /&gt;But he knows not what it means &lt;br /&gt;Knows not what it mean&apos;s when I say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s the one &lt;br /&gt;Who likes all our pretty songs &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to sing along &lt;br /&gt;And he likes to shoot his gun &lt;br /&gt;But he knows not what it means &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows not what it means (x2) &lt;br /&gt;Knows not what it means when I say aahh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bart</description>
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  <description>Sliver- Nirvana&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad went to a show&lt;br /&gt;They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;I kicked and screamed, said please don&apos;t go&lt;br /&gt;Gramma take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to eat my dinner there&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatos and stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;I couldn&apos;t chew my meat too good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said why don&apos;t you stop your crying&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and ride your bike&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s what I did, I kicked my toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I had ice cream&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep, and watched TV&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in my mother&apos;s arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma take me home&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be alone</description>
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  <description>&quot;Where did you sleep last night&quot; -Nirvana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl don&apos;t lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines &lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don&apos;t ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don&apos;t ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, was a hard working man&lt;br /&gt;Just about a mile from here&lt;br /&gt;His head was found in a driving wheel&lt;br /&gt;But his body never was fond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl don&apos;t lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don&apos;t ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don&apos;t ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, don&apos;t lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don&apos;t ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, y girl, where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;In the pines! Pines&lt;br /&gt;Sun! Shines!&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d shiver whole night through</description>
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  <description>&quot;Waste&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother came up to me&lt;br /&gt;She wanted answers only she should know&lt;br /&gt;Only she should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn&apos;t easy to deal&lt;br /&gt;With the tears that rolled down her face&lt;br /&gt;I had no answers &apos;cause&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t even know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these words&lt;br /&gt;They can&apos;t replace&lt;br /&gt;The life you...&lt;br /&gt;...the life you waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you paint this picture?&lt;br /&gt;Was life as bad as it should seem&lt;br /&gt;That there were no more options for you&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t explain how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been there many times before&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve tasted the cold steel of my life crashing down before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these words&lt;br /&gt;They can&apos;t replace&lt;br /&gt;The life you...&lt;br /&gt;...the life you waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Daddy not love you?&lt;br /&gt;Or did he love you just too much?&lt;br /&gt;Did he control you?&lt;br /&gt;Did he live through you at your cost?&lt;br /&gt;Did he leave no questions for you to answer on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL FUCK THEM!&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCK HER!&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCK HIM!&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;For not having&lt;br /&gt;The strength in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To pull through!&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve had doubts!&lt;br /&gt;I have failed!&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve had plans!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn&apos;t mean&lt;br /&gt;I should take&lt;br /&gt;My Life&lt;br /&gt;With my own hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these words&lt;br /&gt;They can&apos;t replace&lt;br /&gt;The life you...&lt;br /&gt;...the life you waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these words&lt;br /&gt;The don&apos;t replace&lt;br /&gt;The life you...&lt;br /&gt;THE LIFE YOU WASTE</description>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&quot;When I&apos;m Gone&quot; -Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Introduction]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s my life...&lt;br /&gt;My own words I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much, you&apos;d give an arm for?&lt;br /&gt;Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?&lt;br /&gt;When they know they&apos;re your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you know you were their armour&lt;br /&gt;And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm &apos;em&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?&lt;br /&gt;And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you?&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you become the main source of a pain?&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Daddy look what I made&quot;, Dad&apos;s gotta go catch a plane&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Daddy where&apos;s Mommy? I can&apos;t find Mommy where is she?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy&apos;s busy&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&apos;s writing this song, this song ain&apos;t gonna write itself&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Then turn right around on that song and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;And put hands on her mother, who&apos;s a spitting image of her&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady&apos;s crazy&lt;br /&gt;Shady made me, but tonight Shady&apos;s rocka-by-baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And when I&apos;m gone, just carry on, don&apos;t mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I&apos;m looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn&apos;t feel a thing, So baby don&apos;t feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back&lt;br /&gt;And when I&apos;m gone, just carry on, don&apos;t mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I&apos;m looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn&apos;t feel a thing, So baby don&apos;t feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I keep having this dream, I&apos;m pushin&apos; Hailie on the swing&lt;br /&gt;She keeps screaming, she don&apos;t want me to sing&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&apos;re making Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy crying?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Daddy ain&apos;t leaving no more, &quot;Daddy you&apos;re lying&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You always say that, you always say this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But you ain&apos;t leaving no more, Daddy you&apos;re mine&quot;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s piling boxes in front of the door trying to block it&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Daddy please, Daddy don&apos;t leave, Daddy - no stop it!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s got a picture, &quot;this&apos;ll keep you safe Daddy, take it withcha&apos;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I look up, it&apos;s just me standing in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;These fuckin&apos; walls must be talking, cuz man I can hear &apos;em&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re saying &quot;You&apos;ve got one more chance to do right&quot; - and it&apos;s tonight&lt;br /&gt;Now go out there and show that you love &apos;em before it&apos;s too late&lt;br /&gt;And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s turns to a stage, they&apos;re gone, and this spotlight is on&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And when I&apos;m gone, just carry on, don&apos;t mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I&apos;m looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn&apos;t feel a thing, So baby don&apos;t feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back&lt;br /&gt;And when I&apos;m gone, just carry on, don&apos;t mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I&apos;m looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn&apos;t feel a thing, So baby don&apos;t feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat&lt;br /&gt;The curtain closes, they&apos;re throwing roses at my feet&lt;br /&gt;I take a bow and thank you all for coming out&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I glance down, I don&apos;t believe what I&apos;m seeing&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Daddy it&apos;s me, help Mommy, her wrists are bleeding,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;But baby we&apos;re in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I followed you Daddy, you told me that you weren&apos;t leavin&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You lied to me Dad, and now you make Mommy sad&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And I bought you this coin, it says &apos;Number One Dad&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&apos;s all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I get the point - fine, me and Mommy are gone&quot;&lt;br /&gt;But baby wait, &quot;it&apos;s too late Dad, you made the choice&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Now go up there and show &apos;em that you love &apos;em more than us&quot;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s what they want, they want you Marshall, they keep.. screamin&apos; your name&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s no wonder you can&apos;t go to sleep, just take another pill&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I bet you you will. You rap about it, yeah, word, k-keep it real&lt;br /&gt;I hear applause, all this time I couldn&apos;t see&lt;br /&gt;How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me&lt;br /&gt;I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it&lt;br /&gt;Put it to my brain and scream &quot;die Shady&quot; and pop it&lt;br /&gt;The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s when I wake up, alarm clock&apos;s ringin&apos;, there&apos;s birds singin&apos;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s Spring and Hailie&apos;s outside swinging, I walk right up to Kim and kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Tell her I miss her, Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus/Outro]&lt;br /&gt;And when I&apos;m gone, just carry on, don&apos;t mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I&apos;m looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn&apos;t feel a thing, So baby don&apos;t feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back&lt;br /&gt;And when I&apos;m gone, just carry on, don&apos;t mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I&apos;m looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn&apos;t feel a thing, So baby don&apos;t feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ya go Kara &amp; emily! 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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 04:57:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;Falling Away from Me&quot; -KORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I&apos;m feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;My time, is gone today.&lt;br /&gt;You flirt with suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, that&apos;s ok.&lt;br /&gt;Do what others say.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m here, standing hollow.&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from me. &lt;br /&gt;Day, is here fading.&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s when, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;I flirt with suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes kill the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can always say.&lt;br /&gt;&apos;It&apos;s gonna be better tomorrow&apos;.&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating me down.&lt;br /&gt;Beating me, beating me.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming so sound.&lt;br /&gt;Beating me, beating me.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Into the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(falling away from me).&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;(falling away from me).&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s lost and can&apos;t be found.&lt;br /&gt;(falling away from me).&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;(falling away from me).&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating me down.&lt;br /&gt;Beating me, beating me.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming so sound.&lt;br /&gt;Beating me, beating me.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Into the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisting me, they won&apos;t go away.&lt;br /&gt;So I pray, go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&apos;s falling away from me.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s falling away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Life&apos;s falling away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating me down.&lt;br /&gt;Beating me, beating me.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming so sound.&lt;br /&gt;Beating me, beating me.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Into the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-leave a fuckin comment&lt;br /&gt;bart-</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2005 00:27:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>all i&apos;ve gotta say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINEDOWN fuckin ruled</description>
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  <description>&quot;Eraser&quot; -NIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need you&lt;br /&gt;Dream you&lt;br /&gt;Find you&lt;br /&gt;Taste you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Use you&lt;br /&gt;Scar you&lt;br /&gt;Break you&lt;br /&gt;Lose me&lt;br /&gt;Hate me&lt;br /&gt;Smash me&lt;br /&gt;Erase me&lt;br /&gt;Kill me</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 03:07:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;The Downward Spiral&quot; -NIN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he couldn&apos;t believe how easy it was&lt;br /&gt;he put the gun into his face&lt;br /&gt;bang!&lt;br /&gt;(so much blood from such a tiny little hole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems have solutions&lt;br /&gt;a lifetime of fucking things up fixed in one determined flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything&apos;s blue&lt;br /&gt;in this world&lt;br /&gt;the deepest shade of mushroom blue&lt;br /&gt;all fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;spilling out of my head</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 02:02:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>NINE INCH NAILS LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hurt&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself today&lt;br /&gt;to see if I still feel&lt;br /&gt;I focus on the pain&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that&apos;s real&lt;br /&gt;the needle tears a hole&lt;br /&gt;the old familiar sting&lt;br /&gt;try to kill it all away&lt;br /&gt;but I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear this crown of shit &lt;br /&gt;upon my liar&apos;s chair&lt;br /&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;beneath the stains of time&lt;br /&gt;the feeling disappear&lt;br /&gt;you are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;if I could start again&lt;br /&gt;a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2005 02:47:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>people change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bart-</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2005 01:01:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Anybody wanna donate some money to &quot;Jerrel wants to go see SHINEDOWN in concert&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;I need 40 dollars.. Somebody hook me up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bart</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 01:06:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;This Photograph Is Proof&quot; - Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i&apos;ll wait till you listen &lt;br /&gt;I wont say a word &lt;br /&gt;to follow your instincts &lt;br /&gt;just never worked for me &lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re silent but strong, (yeah, I&apos;m playing that card) &lt;br /&gt;and you&apos;re noticing nothing again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m lying on the table &lt;br /&gt;with everything you said &lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind the way that it felt &lt;br /&gt;when the most I could do was to just blame myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feel it out for once and feel nothing like everyone else) &lt;br /&gt;when the most I could do was to just blame myself &lt;br /&gt;and I know you know, everything &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know, everything (drop everything) &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it (start it all over) &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it (remember more then youd like to forget) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we&apos;re talking forever &lt;br /&gt;and you almost feel better &lt;br /&gt;but, betters no excuse for tonight &lt;br /&gt;you see, it&apos;s never bad enough &lt;br /&gt;to just leave or give up&lt;br /&gt;but, its never good enough to feel right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m lying on the table &lt;br /&gt;with everything you said &lt;br /&gt;it will all catch up eventually &lt;br /&gt;well, it caught up and honestly &lt;br /&gt;the weight of my decisions &lt;br /&gt;were impossible to hold &lt;br /&gt;but they were never yours&lt;br /&gt;they were never yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I, know you know, everything &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know, everything (drop everything) &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it (start it all over) &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it (remember more then youd like to forget) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop everything, start it all over &lt;br /&gt;remember more then youd like to forget [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to forget &lt;br /&gt;would you like to forget &lt;br /&gt;drop everything, start it all over &lt;br /&gt;well, drop everything start it all over (would you like to forget) &lt;br /&gt;drop everything start it all over &lt;br /&gt;start it all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I, know you know, everything &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know, everything (drop everything) &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it (start it all over) &lt;br /&gt;I know you didn&apos;t mean it (remember more then youd like to forget) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know &lt;br /&gt;I know you know...you know, you know, you know...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2005 01:44:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just for Emily..</title>
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  <description>well as the subject says..the only reason i&apos;m updatin is because Emily told me it was time to..&lt;br /&gt;so thats what im doin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they aint much shit been going on lately..just going to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the game friday, then after that me &amp; smoothie hung out for a little bit..just ate at mcdonalds and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, I met up with smoothie and sleaze at the bowling alley, then we went and ate at Mcdonalds..after that i met up with Jon Will and Penguin..and then later that night..we hafta go try to help some dumbass get her car offa cliff..but we ended up just callin the Po-lice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats all thats happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&apos;all take it easy&lt;br /&gt;-bart</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 17:58:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well, Its been awhile since i&apos;ve wrote in this ole livejournal! but they aint much been going on here lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve just been going to school, then after school run around with Jordan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats about all there is left to say..&lt;br /&gt;so i&apos;m gonna leave y&apos;all with &quot;The New Shit&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -Marilyn Manson-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;This Is The New Shit&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been said before&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s nothing left to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;When it&apos;s all the same&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for it by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don&apos;t forget the &quot;violence&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don&apos;t forget the &quot;violence&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing,&lt;br /&gt;Are you motherfuckers ready&lt;br /&gt;For the new shit?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&apos;s never coming.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;Do we get it? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do we want it? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit,&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don&apos;t forget the &quot;violence&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been said before&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s nothing left to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;When it&apos;s all the same&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for it by name,&lt;br /&gt;Are you motherfuckers ready&lt;br /&gt;For the new shit?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&apos;s never coming.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;Do we get it? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do we want it? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit,&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it&apos;s &quot;you know who&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I got the &quot;you know what&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I stick it &quot;you know where&quot;&lt;br /&gt;You know why, you don&apos;t care.&lt;br /&gt;And now it&apos;s &quot;you know who&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I got the &quot;you know what&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I stick it &quot;you know where&quot;&lt;br /&gt;You know why, you don&apos;t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don&apos;t forget the &quot;violence&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you motherfuckers ready&lt;br /&gt;For the new shit?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&apos;s never coming.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;Do we get it? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do we want it? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit,&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;LET US ENTERTAIN YOU&lt;br /&gt;LET US ENTERTAIN YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah blah everybody sing along</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2005 10:24:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>damn........</title>
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  <description>- FADED (Default)&lt;br /&gt;It hangs on a wall, museum hall, as it calls to passers by &lt;br /&gt;A picture so bright, seen without light, and nobody wonders why &lt;br /&gt;A tired old man stares at the wall, said the color&apos;s blinding me &lt;br /&gt;How can he see anything at all since he&apos;s got no eyes to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not too faded &lt;br /&gt;I still see that color coming through &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not too jaded &lt;br /&gt;The more you look the more you see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ticked away colors turned gray, but the man&apos;s still standing there &lt;br /&gt;Once asked him why, he said cause I am the last one here who cares &lt;br /&gt;Told me the mind will show you more if you only set it free &lt;br /&gt;He closed the doors I closed my eyes that&apos;s when I began to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not too faded &lt;br /&gt;I still see that color coming through &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not too jaded &lt;br /&gt;The more you look the more you see &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not too faded &lt;br /&gt;I still see that color coming through &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not too jaded &lt;br /&gt;The more you look the more you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Let You Down (Default)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world without you here&lt;br /&gt;An unreflecting mirror&lt;br /&gt;His words were so sincere&lt;br /&gt;He left you standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’ll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;While I’m still around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words were never meant&lt;br /&gt;Your one last tear’s been spent&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never be content&lt;br /&gt;In a world as big as this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’ll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;While I’m still around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were lost, who was it who found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’ll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;While I’m still around&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you’ve just been found&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’ll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yea thats about all i have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bart</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2005 08:18:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>what the fuck?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2005 08:42:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;Hands Down&quot; -Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in for luck,&lt;br /&gt;breathe in so deep,&lt;br /&gt;this air is blessed,&lt;br /&gt;you share with me.&lt;br /&gt;This night is wild,&lt;br /&gt;so calm and dull,&lt;br /&gt;these hearts they race,&lt;br /&gt;from self control.&lt;br /&gt;Your legs are smooth,&lt;br /&gt;as they graze mine,&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re doing fine,&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high,&lt;br /&gt;that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won&apos;t you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury,&lt;br /&gt;or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are hushed lets not get busted;&lt;br /&gt;just lay entwined here, undiscovered.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in here from all the stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;hey did you get some?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can&apos;t hear...&lt;br /&gt;so we can get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won&apos;t you kill me, so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll always remember the sound of the stereo,&lt;br /&gt;the dim of the soft lights,&lt;br /&gt;the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers&lt;br /&gt;and the time on the clock when we realized it&apos;s so late&lt;br /&gt;and this walk that we shared together.&lt;br /&gt;The streets were wet&lt;br /&gt;and the gate was locked so I jumped it,&lt;br /&gt;and I let you in.&lt;br /&gt;And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist&lt;br /&gt;and you kissed me like you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;and I knew,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Carry This Picture&quot; -Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carry this picture for luck&lt;br /&gt;kept in a locket&lt;br /&gt;tucked in your coller&lt;br /&gt;close to your chest&lt;br /&gt;make it a secret&lt;br /&gt;shown to the closest friends&lt;br /&gt;and meet me at quarter to 7&lt;br /&gt;the sun will still shine then&lt;br /&gt;at this time of year&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;ll head to the inlet&lt;br /&gt;and we&apos;ll share a bottle there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and color the coast with your smile&lt;br /&gt;its the most genuine thing&lt;br /&gt;that ive ever seen&lt;br /&gt;i was so lost&lt;br /&gt;but now i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and follow me south of the big docks&lt;br /&gt;they teather the boats&lt;br /&gt;the rich men revere&lt;br /&gt;as so important&lt;br /&gt;they hire our fathers to steer&lt;br /&gt;and down to the edge of the water&lt;br /&gt;where we&apos;ll spill our guts&lt;br /&gt;and we&apos;ll name our fears&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll give you this picture&lt;br /&gt;keep it and dont&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and color the coast with your smile&lt;br /&gt;its the most genuine thing&lt;br /&gt;that ive ever seen&lt;br /&gt;i was so lost&lt;br /&gt;but now i believe&lt;br /&gt;and the coast&lt;br /&gt;your smile is the most genuine thing&lt;br /&gt;that ive ever seen&lt;br /&gt;i was so lost&lt;br /&gt;but now i believe&lt;br /&gt;and i believe&lt;br /&gt;now i believe&lt;br /&gt;now i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The Ghost Of A Good Thing&quot; -Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same &lt;br /&gt;Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said &lt;br /&gt;“Love is like a role that we play.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe in you so much &lt;br /&gt;I could die for the words that you say &lt;br /&gt;But, I believe in you so much &lt;br /&gt;I could die from the words that you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing &lt;br /&gt;Haunting yourself as the real thing &lt;br /&gt;It’s getting away from you again &lt;br /&gt;While you’re chasin’ ghosts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same&lt;br /&gt;Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said &lt;br /&gt;“Love is like a role that we play.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe in you so much &lt;br /&gt;I could die for the words that you say &lt;br /&gt;But, I believe in you so much &lt;br /&gt;I could die from the words that you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing &lt;br /&gt;Haunting yourself as the real thing &lt;br /&gt;It’s getting away from you again &lt;br /&gt;While you’re chasin’ ghosts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit &lt;br /&gt;Like they were made for it &lt;br /&gt;But, they weren’t meant for this &lt;br /&gt;No, they weren’t meant for this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit &lt;br /&gt;Like they were made for it &lt;br /&gt;But, they weren’t meant for this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing &lt;br /&gt;Haunting yourself as the real thing&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting away, away, away, away from you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Haunting yourself as the real thing&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting away from you again&lt;br /&gt;While you’re chasin’ ghosts</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 18:06:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;Naive Orleans&quot; -Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and go now as you please&lt;br /&gt;Your actions write the melodies&lt;br /&gt;To the songs that we sing&lt;br /&gt;And you just sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found that life goes on without you&lt;br /&gt;And my world still turns when you&apos;re not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way you want it?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it has to be?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here beside you&lt;br /&gt;But my heart&apos;s lost in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Dreams come clever&lt;br /&gt;Hearts now severed&lt;br /&gt;Difference of forever&lt;br /&gt;And I am lost there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and go now as you please&lt;br /&gt;Your actions write the melodies&lt;br /&gt;To the songs that we sing&lt;br /&gt;And you just sing along out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Life On Standby&quot; -Hawthorne Heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance and my hearts to sand &lt;br /&gt;Flowing through the hour glass &lt;br /&gt;Time to let go of all we know &lt;br /&gt;and break our hearts in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you now more like yesterday &lt;br /&gt;The last day I could see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;For the last time turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;My life on standby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So standby and watch&lt;br /&gt;This fall away and fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say that it&apos;s over,&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s over and she&apos;s gone.&lt;br /&gt;(NOW... SHE&apos;S...GONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t worry he Said,&lt;br /&gt;and she&apos;s not coming home.&lt;br /&gt;(SHE&apos;S....NOT...COMING...HOME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s over and she&apos;s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance and my hearts to sand &lt;br /&gt;Flowing through the hour glass.&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces, I can&apos;t let go&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times I never said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say that it&apos;s over,&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s over and she&apos;s gone.&lt;br /&gt;(NOW... SHE&apos;S...GONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t worry he said,&lt;br /&gt;and she&apos;s not coming home.&lt;br /&gt;(SHE&apos;S....NOT...COMING...HOME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s over and she&apos;s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up now it&apos;s over... just tell me it&apos;s ok to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up now it&apos;s over... just tell me it&apos;s ok to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up now it&apos;s over... just tell me it&apos;s ok to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up now it&apos;s over... just tell me it&apos;s ok to die</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 05:04:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;Broken&quot; -Everlast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re the air that I breathe &lt;br /&gt;The sun when it breaks through the clouds &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re all that I need &lt;br /&gt;But I know that you&apos;re having some doubts &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I pray you&apos;ll stick this out&lt;br /&gt;Beggin&apos; you please girl &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry I let you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like a promise &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m shattered like a dream &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken with all my pieces scattered &apos;round for you to see &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like record &lt;br /&gt;I sing the same old song &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like the heart of a man that&apos;s run away from love too long &lt;br /&gt;Girl what about you &lt;br /&gt;What about you girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s so hard to speak &lt;br /&gt;I can barely look you in the eye &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s so hard to breathe &lt;br /&gt;I know I ain&apos;t afraid to die &lt;br /&gt;Your breath is so sweet &lt;br /&gt;Your kisses could get me high &lt;br /&gt;My heart is so weak &lt;br /&gt;But your loving could get me by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like a promise &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m shattered like a dream &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken with all my pieces scattered &apos;round for you to see &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like record &lt;br /&gt;I sing the same old song &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like the heart of a man that&apos;s run away from love too long &lt;br /&gt;Girl what about you &lt;br /&gt;What about you girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like a promise &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m shattered like a dream &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken with all my pieces scattered &apos;round for you to see &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like record &lt;br /&gt;I sing the same old song &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken like the heart of a man that&apos;s run away from love too long &lt;br /&gt;Girl what about you &lt;br /&gt;What about you girl &lt;br /&gt;Girl what about you &lt;br /&gt;What about you girl &lt;br /&gt;Girl what about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Unholy Confessions&quot; -Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ll try,&quot; she said as he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Try not to lose you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Two vibrant hearts could change.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing tears the being more than deception,&lt;br /&gt;unmasked fear.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ll be here waiting&quot; tested and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts my world,&lt;br /&gt;just affects the ones around me&lt;br /&gt;When sin&apos;s deep in my blood,&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;ll be the one to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I wish I could be the one,&lt;br /&gt;the one who won&apos;t care at all&lt;br /&gt;But being the one on the stand,&lt;br /&gt;I know the way to go, no one&apos;s guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;When time soaked with blood turns its back,&lt;br /&gt;I know it&apos;s hard to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Confided in me was your heart&lt;br /&gt;I know it&apos;s hurting you, but it&apos;s killing me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will last in this life,&lt;br /&gt;our time is spent constructing,&lt;br /&gt;now you&apos;re perfecting a world... meant to sin.&lt;br /&gt;Constrict your hands around me,&lt;br /&gt;squeeze till I cannot breathe,&lt;br /&gt;this air tastes dead inside me,&lt;br /&gt;contribute to our plague.&lt;br /&gt;Break all your promises,&lt;br /&gt;tear down this steadfast wall,&lt;br /&gt;restraints are useless here,&lt;br /&gt;tasting salvation&apos;s near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sheww, if you only knew- beautiful</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2005 18:11:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I was tagged by that ole fucker TheGreatOne33..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinedown-45&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten Law-Save Me&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse-you and me&lt;br /&gt;Weezer-Beverly Hills&lt;br /&gt;Tool-Aniema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I tag:&lt;br /&gt;clove_6&lt;br /&gt;mullins_19&lt;br /&gt;thegreatone33&lt;br /&gt;kew34</description>
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