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Friday, 27 July 2007

lyrics worthy of buddy tattoos?...Ja!

"i know you would be there either way
im so glad it seems like these times will never fade."

It will be there forever.
Like you.
Hopefully.

Don'tbe dainty in spirt.
Enough people will try to stomp on you.
Burn bright kiddo.
You're the brightest spark I know.

Posted by [pill]owtalk at 00:19

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Blind men saw what no one saw before.
Someone with nothing standing on the edge of the world.
All roads lead to somewhere else.
I know I lost my way.
Don't make me leader, I'll lead you the wrong way.
Let me just sing sad songs to right all their wrongs.
There ain't a change coming soon.
Couldn't even save you, no saviour am I.
They sold us out for nothing, there's something to say.
It's getting worse each day.
Empty hearts and winter riot hopeless blue.
ideas for falling. Why don't you hold on too?
Couldn't even save us, no saviour am I.
Its always that for nothing, theirs something to say.
I know I'm lying. I can't let you down anymore.
I'm not the one to lead you all.

- Hope of the States