<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218</id><updated>2011-12-15T09:43:04.397+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lyricke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-8854066543358639640</id><published>2007-08-20T18:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:19:59.234+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Retaliation by A Canorous Quintet</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Canorous Quintet&lt;br /&gt;Title: Retaliation&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate has bleeding within me&lt;br /&gt;I am turned inside out&lt;br /&gt;Wish you felt the pain i feel&lt;br /&gt;A thorn tearing from inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed the invisible blood&lt;br /&gt;The blood of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had the strength to turn my back&lt;br /&gt;Turn my rage against you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make you bleed the way i do&lt;br /&gt;Bury you within my darkness&lt;br /&gt;Stifle in my close embrace&lt;br /&gt;Until there's nothing left to hate&lt;br /&gt;Only the purity of a newborn life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] condemned because there is no cause&lt;br /&gt;Seas of sorrow drowing me&lt;br /&gt;I'll live forevermore still nevermore&lt;br /&gt;I'll become your greatest fear&lt;br /&gt;Take you down to me&lt;br /&gt;To perish in hy heart of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;In this world of pain&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow is all you'll gain&lt;br /&gt;You get what you deserve!&lt;br /&gt;Your daydreams end!&lt;br /&gt;Inside this blackhole of my life&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can exist no more&lt;br /&gt;Forever engulfed,&lt;br /&gt;Forever lost, within myself&lt;br /&gt;Within hy tihe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;[*repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 180;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 150;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "180x150_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAEaCGq0JgsUIFkXMABQA1A0UC1QBVAEUC9QCA";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "8527707562";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_border = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_bg = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_link = "FFFFFF";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_text = "808080";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_url = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-6898359616775038374</id><published>2007-08-20T18:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:17:29.042+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Red by A Canorous Quintet</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Canorous Quintet&lt;br /&gt;Title: Red&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust! The blind man leads the way&lt;br /&gt;A burnt out candle in the hand&lt;br /&gt;Chasing for eternity nevermore&lt;br /&gt;Pleased witn being lost forever&lt;br /&gt;The touch on your face, it's lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too weak, too afraid to find salvation&lt;br /&gt;Liquid illusions all that is seen&lt;br /&gt;Believe in easy dreams. You can have it all!&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts becomes to real, the end is hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun moon nothing's left to see&lt;br /&gt;Stars all surrounding us&lt;br /&gt;As we enter into endless nignt&lt;br /&gt;It burns inside, tear it apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all, face grim reality&lt;br /&gt;Shed a tear for the lost&lt;br /&gt;Weakness lies in trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the foolish await the arrival&lt;br /&gt;Castle of promises imprisoned&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe the words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] red is the colour of our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Our blood, our life, our nignt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all ends up darkened&lt;br /&gt;Red is the colour of our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our blood, our life. Our night&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding to death, red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat verse 4]&lt;br /&gt;[*repeat]&lt;br /&gt;0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 120;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 60;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "120x60_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAEaCK5Dcj3Cs10iMABQA1AHUAxQNFAtUAVQBFAvUEdQCA";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "8527707562";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-6898359616775038374?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6898359616775038374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6898359616775038374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-red-by-canorous-quintet.html' title='Lyric: Red by A Canorous Quintet'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-1641210421305057997</id><published>2007-08-20T18:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:16:16.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Real of Rain (Crystal, Chapter One) by A Canorous Quintet</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Canorous Quintet&lt;br /&gt;Title: Real of Rain (Crystal, Chapter One)&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty shadows grips the heart&lt;br /&gt;Souls reunite in order of chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Wnite knights guards the treasures of dreams&lt;br /&gt;In the centre of the storm a man is to emerge&lt;br /&gt;To find the pleasure beyond the lost horizon&lt;br /&gt;Now hidden beyond a realm of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the vein of black&lt;br /&gt;Blood runs red in seas of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tne sun burns grey in a cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;Confusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many questions why?&lt;br /&gt;It's time to leave this earthly palace&lt;br /&gt;The crystal is stolen, as worlds collapse&lt;br /&gt;Reality disappears, shaking in disgust&lt;br /&gt;The crystal leads astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foul taste of truth&lt;br /&gt;Blood runs red in the flow of forever&lt;br /&gt;Springs of salt runs down the face&lt;br /&gt;Left alone in silent disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the leaves slowly falls to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Forever captured spirits of life&lt;br /&gt;The pathis gone without a trace&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a universe of deceit&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in the distant&lt;br /&gt;(a light breaths its last sigh)&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "250x250_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAEaCLEoyI7Y6NVLUANQB1AMUDRQLVAFUARQL1BHUAg";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "8527707562";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_border = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_bg = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_link = "FFFFFF";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_text = "808080";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_url = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-1641210421305057997?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1641210421305057997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1641210421305057997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-real-of-rain-crystal-chapter-one.html' title='Lyric: Real of Rain (Crystal, Chapter One) by A Canorous Quintet'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-6209336038060369552</id><published>2007-08-20T18:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:15:40.714+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Naked With Open Eyes by A Canorous Quintet</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Canorous Quintet&lt;br /&gt;Title: Naked With Open Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16/06/2003&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the album: silence of the world beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;as I feel the coldness crawling unto me&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting huddled up&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure out the meaning of existence&lt;br /&gt;yet I have found no ancwers (no ancwers at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small still I must be most&lt;br /&gt;powerfull of all&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it stood clear&lt;br /&gt;there in the light of dawn&lt;br /&gt;first sunbeams of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vision for me appeared&lt;br /&gt;a thought to tame&lt;br /&gt;behold life, meaningless and empty&lt;br /&gt;what have we learned?&lt;br /&gt;the awareness makes me scared&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to say that I am better in any way&lt;br /&gt;it's just that I want something higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the sun goes down as I feel&lt;br /&gt;the coldness crawling unto me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting huddled up&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure out the meaning of existence&lt;br /&gt;yet I have found no ancwers&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small, still I must be most&lt;br /&gt;powerfull of all&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it stood clear&lt;br /&gt;there in the light of dawn&lt;br /&gt;first sunbeams of day&lt;br /&gt;a vision for me appeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thought to tame&lt;br /&gt;behold life meaningless and empty&lt;br /&gt;what have we learned?&lt;br /&gt;the awareness makes me scared&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to say that I am better in any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that I want something higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "250x250_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAEaCLEoyI7Y6NVLUANQB1AMUDRQLVAFUARQL1BHUAg";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "8527707562";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_border = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_bg = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_link = "FFFFFF";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_text = "808080";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_url = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-6209336038060369552?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6209336038060369552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6209336038060369552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-naked-with-open-eyes-by-canorous.html' title='Lyric: Naked With Open Eyes by A Canorous Quintet'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-373517559065432040</id><published>2007-08-20T18:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:14:57.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: My own by A Canorous Quintet</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Canorous Quintet&lt;br /&gt;Title: My own&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own...Craving deep within no chance&lt;br /&gt;For dreams to come true&lt;br /&gt;Molded into a cast from&lt;br /&gt;Life's fondest memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thrive on my aspirations of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Limitations limited, no chance to become my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent in the words I speak&lt;br /&gt;My own personality I preach right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total silence cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;My own entity is what I want to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "250x250_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAEaCLEoyI7Y6NVLUANQB1AMUDRQLVAFUARQL1BHUAg";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "8527707562";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_border = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_bg = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_link = "FFFFFF";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_text = "808080";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_url = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-373517559065432040?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/373517559065432040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/373517559065432040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-my-own-by-canorous-quintet.html' title='Lyric: My own by A Canorous Quintet'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4268486179505449481</id><published>2007-08-20T18:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:14:23.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Land of the lost (Crystal, Chapter Three) by A Canorous Quintet</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Canorous Quintet&lt;br /&gt;Title: Land of the lost (Crystal, Chapter Three)&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the winds&lt;br /&gt;Across tne raging seas&lt;br /&gt;To reach the kings in the land of the lost&lt;br /&gt;A turbulent sea winds of cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the harbour, they are safe&lt;br /&gt;Entering the gates, castle of splendor&lt;br /&gt;History of 3,000 years has passed&lt;br /&gt;Walls endless as he no longer sees the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty forces takes his hand&lt;br /&gt;As the wolf becomes a part of his destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us in our search for the land of the lost&lt;br /&gt;Join us in our search for the land of the lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Once again crossing the raging seas&lt;br /&gt;To enter the forest of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees are closing in as the moonhawk&lt;br /&gt;Cross the skies&lt;br /&gt;The trail is filled with withering bones&lt;br /&gt;Since battles of old&lt;br /&gt;As they are to spill the blood of the poor&lt;br /&gt;No longer unknown, followed by darkness henchmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*repeat x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless speech, time is running out of hand&lt;br /&gt;Dark forces stands in their way&lt;br /&gt;Trying to bring disorder to his thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Swords of lightning end their will&lt;br /&gt;Once again victory has been won&lt;br /&gt;The meeting is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother earth breaks evil bonds&lt;br /&gt;As his mind is freed&lt;br /&gt;When he leaves the elders&lt;br /&gt;With their support&lt;br /&gt;0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "250x250_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAEaCLEoyI7Y6NVLUANQB1AMUDRQLVAFUARQL1BHUAg";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "8527707562";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_border = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_bg = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_link = "FFFFFF";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_text = "808080";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_url = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4284139172773300420</id><published>2007-08-20T18:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:12:36.409+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Embryo of lies by A Canorous Quintet</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Canorous Quintet&lt;br /&gt;Title: Embryo of lies&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden thoughts of hate&lt;br /&gt;Trying to manipulate the fate&lt;br /&gt;Unseen is the power of every man&lt;br /&gt;They who see they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;(blind, blinded by fear)&lt;br /&gt;Truth they will not hear&lt;br /&gt;Neverending sadness&lt;br /&gt;Turn into pure madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] a beatiful pattern op emptiness&lt;br /&gt;An empire op distress&lt;br /&gt;The ruler of darkness&lt;br /&gt;In an embryo of lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unseen is thi power of every man&lt;br /&gt;They who see they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Neverending sadness&lt;br /&gt;Turn into pure madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On memories they feed&lt;br /&gt;But the air is so hard to breath&lt;br /&gt;Short fragments of delight&lt;br /&gt;To forget the icy fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish hothihg else but to die&lt;br /&gt;And to stop the internal cry&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the ehd to come&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will all be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "250x250_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAEaCK5Dcj3Cs10iMABQA1AHUAxQNFAtUAVQBFAvUEdQCA";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "8527707562";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_border = 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title='Lyric: Embryo of lies by A Canorous Quintet'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-3313360065994007702</id><published>2007-08-20T18:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:11:51.335+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Dream Reality by A Canorous Quintet</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Canorous Quintet&lt;br /&gt;Title: Dream Reality&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16/06/2003&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the album: silence of the world beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake, gone is my dream&lt;br /&gt;only it's mist fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back is fear and sadness&lt;br /&gt;claiming my heart like a black hand&lt;br /&gt;I cry as I refuse to accept this day&lt;br /&gt;I want back the dream, unreality&lt;br /&gt;in it's grasp I am free&lt;br /&gt;onlu in it's domain can I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on this day I am powerless, pointless&lt;br /&gt;I can not continue through this misery&lt;br /&gt;here no spirits will guide me&lt;br /&gt;and I wish for eternal life in fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounde by a world of ignoranceand hate&lt;br /&gt;yet it's my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not exceptit, so be it&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my life&lt;br /&gt;away fron reality&lt;br /&gt;eternity unfolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(away from reality, eternity un) folds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 250;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "250x250_as";&lt;br 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/&gt;Hits: 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the album: silence of the world beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanctuary for me has been banished&lt;br /&gt;I search for forgivness&lt;br /&gt;which I can not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loosing myself, I am drained out of life&lt;br /&gt;the silkblack shadows will take my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness and sorrow take my hands&lt;br /&gt;as I ride the wings of destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grief of others I share with pain&lt;br /&gt;twisting and turning i'm longing for death&lt;br /&gt;i'm within the blackest of black&lt;br /&gt;all my wounds will burn me in flames&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the rope i'll hang to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loosing myself, I am drained out of life&lt;br /&gt;the silkblack shadows will take my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hide from the daylight,&lt;br /&gt;to shine the dark&lt;br /&gt;lost in my own world of predestined fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how I long to feel&lt;br /&gt;i'm burning inside&lt;br /&gt;the ashers remain&lt;br /&gt;a hollow and empty shell&lt;br /&gt;all alone, forever I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tender kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt, nor will I feel&lt;br /&gt;embraced by death,&lt;br /&gt;my last breath I take&lt;br /&gt;the only one to whisper goodbye&lt;br /&gt;is death that I greet whith my empty heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embraced by death,&lt;br /&gt;my last breath I take&lt;br /&gt;the only one to whisper goodbye&lt;br /&gt;is death that I greet whith my empty heart&lt;br /&gt;all love is lost as I desolve in the wind&lt;br /&gt;in vain I am gone&lt;br /&gt;and that I regret&lt;br /&gt;forgive but don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all love is lost as I desolve in the wind&lt;br /&gt;in vain i'm gone and that I regret&lt;br /&gt;forgive but don't forget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = 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href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-burning-emotionless-by-canorous.html' title='Lyric: Burning Emotionless by A Canorous Quintet'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-3277839004123706868</id><published>2007-08-14T20:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:09:02.277+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: The same old song by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: The same old song&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm stepping up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;But falling behind, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm a one-man show&lt;br /&gt;That nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;My body sure knows&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on singing this song&lt;br /&gt;That the angels will not hear&lt;br /&gt;The world is a hole from all that I stole&lt;br /&gt;But there is still a little love in here&lt;br /&gt;Few things will last, I did it too fast&lt;br /&gt;But I'm learning to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Get it all out, deliver it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my weep&lt;br /&gt;I'm digging too deep&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in lies&lt;br /&gt;I've got everything to hide, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm young, I'm old&lt;br /&gt;I do what I'm told&lt;br /&gt;Cut open, unfold&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing inside, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on singing this song&lt;br /&gt;That the angels will not hear&lt;br /&gt;The world is a hole from all that I stole&lt;br /&gt;But there is still a little love in here&lt;br /&gt;Few things will last, I did it too fast&lt;br /&gt;But I'm learning to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey child, you dance too loud&lt;br /&gt;Here is your limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't go on singing this song&lt;br /&gt;That the angels will not hear&lt;br /&gt;The world is a hole from all that I stole&lt;br /&gt;But there is still a little love in here&lt;br /&gt;Few things will last, I did it too fast&lt;br /&gt;But I'm learning to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Get it all out, deliver it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my plead&lt;br /&gt;My never ending repeat&lt;br /&gt;I'm a circular cry-baby&lt;br /&gt;With no one to trust&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless and mad&lt;br /&gt;And anciently sad&lt;br /&gt;If someone wants to kill me&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead but make it fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-6246449280898074";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_output = "textlink";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "ref_text";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAEaCK5Dcj3Cs10iMABQA1AHUAxQNFAtUAVQBFAvUEdQCA";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-3277839004123706868?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3277839004123706868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3277839004123706868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-same-old-song-by-camp_14.html' title='Lyric: The same old song by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-1087131300850497570</id><published>2007-08-14T20:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:10:24.079+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: The oddness of the lord by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: The oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby sing&lt;br /&gt;Of the oddness&lt;br /&gt;Of the lord&lt;br /&gt;It's about time we sang&lt;br /&gt;Of the strange ways&lt;br /&gt;Of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby sing&lt;br /&gt;Of the oddness&lt;br /&gt;Of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The strange ways&lt;br /&gt;Of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The sacred&lt;br /&gt;And the cursed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never&lt;br /&gt;Getting better&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;It's only&lt;br /&gt;Getting worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people sing&lt;br /&gt;Of the oddness&lt;br /&gt;Of the lord&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing&lt;br /&gt;Of the strange ways&lt;br /&gt;Of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;The sacred&lt;br /&gt;And the cursed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never&lt;br /&gt;Getting better&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;It's only&lt;br /&gt;Getting worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never&lt;br /&gt;Getting better&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;NO NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow ow ow.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow ow ow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1087131300850497570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1087131300850497570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-oddness-of-lord-by-camp_14.html' title='Lyric: The oddness of the lord by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-562869556525207719</id><published>2007-08-14T20:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:08:50.744+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: The bluest eyes in Texas by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lonesome Texas sun was setting low&lt;br /&gt;And in the rearview mirror I watched it go&lt;br /&gt;I can still see the wind in her golden hair&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes for a moment, I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars that fill&lt;br /&gt;The midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;Her memory fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;(Where did I go wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Did I wait too long&lt;br /&gt;Or can I make it right&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas (the bluest eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another town, another hotel room&lt;br /&gt;Another dream that ended way too soon&lt;br /&gt;Left me lonely way before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars that fill&lt;br /&gt;The midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;Her memory fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;(Where did I go wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Did I wait too long&lt;br /&gt;Or can I make it right&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas (the bluest eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every heart you break&lt;br /&gt;You pay the price&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget the tears&lt;br /&gt;In her blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars that fill&lt;br /&gt;The midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;Her memory fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;(Where did I go wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Did I wait too long&lt;br /&gt;Or can I make it right&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas (the bluest eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes, the bluest eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-562869556525207719?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/562869556525207719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/562869556525207719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-bluest-eyes-in-texas-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: The bluest eyes in Texas by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-8884554785959517276</id><published>2007-08-14T20:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:08:20.259+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Such a bad comedown by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Such a bad comedown&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced for a while&lt;br /&gt;And my moves&lt;br /&gt;Would make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I loved you then&lt;br /&gt;My dear chemical lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You veiled me in your haze&lt;br /&gt;Like a puppet in your lace&lt;br /&gt;Amazing disgrace&lt;br /&gt;From your&lt;br /&gt;Silverspoon substance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me away&lt;br /&gt;Made Monday a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;You stained me with love&lt;br /&gt;And left me in dirty laundry&lt;br /&gt;But I left my ground&lt;br /&gt;For a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Your power is what remains&lt;br /&gt;You know I never had&lt;br /&gt;Such a bad&lt;br /&gt;Bad comedown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me away&lt;br /&gt;Made Monday a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;You stained me with love&lt;br /&gt;And left me in dirty laundry&lt;br /&gt;But I left my ground&lt;br /&gt;For a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my&lt;br /&gt;You took pride&lt;br /&gt;In my fuck-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cursed&lt;br /&gt;And I've been hailed&lt;br /&gt;I have blown it&lt;br /&gt;And I've inhaled&lt;br /&gt;But I never had&lt;br /&gt;Such a bad&lt;br /&gt;Bad comedown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a bad&lt;br /&gt;Bad comedown&lt;br /&gt;Such a bad&lt;br /&gt;Bad comedown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-8884554785959517276?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/8884554785959517276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/8884554785959517276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-such-bad-comedown-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Such a bad comedown by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-6187171787547273770</id><published>2007-08-14T20:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:07:42.727+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Song For The Leftovers by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Song For The Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is on the edge now&lt;br /&gt;Hanging low against the tide&lt;br /&gt;The world is at is best now&lt;br /&gt;When the loveless ones collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long night, a beatiful night&lt;br /&gt;And we're the first leftovers of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 'bout the last times&lt;br /&gt;And the people I had to hurt&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why they couldn’t touch&lt;br /&gt;And why I never gave it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren’t hard to find, you didn’t run and hide&lt;br /&gt;We were the first leftovers of the night&lt;br /&gt;Of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence is a burden&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t really want to talk&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying really hard now&lt;br /&gt;To set alight my sleepy heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a pretty sight, it seems we've found some pride&lt;br /&gt;In being the first leftovers of the night&lt;br /&gt;Of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything is alright now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not what I was after&lt;br /&gt;But I’m happy with what I found&lt;br /&gt;To dream of new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;When the end is all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you’re alright&lt;br /&gt;You qualify&lt;br /&gt;For being my supernova&lt;br /&gt;It’s a gambling life&lt;br /&gt;A lonely strife&lt;br /&gt;But I think we’re the best leftovers of the night&lt;br /&gt;Of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything is alright now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-6187171787547273770?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6187171787547273770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6187171787547273770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-song-for-leftovers-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Song For The Leftovers by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-1665161994763764278</id><published>2007-08-14T20:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:07:15.884+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Silent night by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Silent night&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby brown&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;To put me down&lt;br /&gt;And help me lift me up&lt;br /&gt;Your shaking bones&lt;br /&gt;In my telephone&lt;br /&gt;No good&lt;br /&gt;For anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby brown&lt;br /&gt;So you think you&lt;br /&gt;Know me now&lt;br /&gt;You tell me how&lt;br /&gt;And show me everything&lt;br /&gt;Your wandering mind&lt;br /&gt;And your restless kind&lt;br /&gt;I want you here&lt;br /&gt;To make some sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, silent night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby brown&lt;br /&gt;Now you're more&lt;br /&gt;Than you mean to be&lt;br /&gt;You're mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You take away from me&lt;br /&gt;My shaking bones&lt;br /&gt;In your telephone&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear&lt;br /&gt;That sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, silent night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holy night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, silent night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's a hole&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, silent night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holy night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, silent night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's a hole&lt;br /&gt;In the nigh-ight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-1665161994763764278?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1665161994763764278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1665161994763764278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-silent-night-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Silent night by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-6326033145251453370</id><published>2007-08-14T20:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:06:49.391+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Same Old Song by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Same Old Song&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Ule&lt;br /&gt;Date: 25/11/2003&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my prayer, i'm getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm stepping up the stairs, but falling behind, oh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a one-man show that nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;My body sure knows, i'm wondering why, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on singing this song&lt;br /&gt;That the angels will not hear&lt;br /&gt;The world is a hole from all that i stole&lt;br /&gt;But there is still a little love in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things will last&lt;br /&gt;I did it too fast, but i'm learning to cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Get it all out, deliver it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my weep, i'm digging too deep&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in lies, i've got everything to hide, oh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm young, i'm old, i do what i'm told&lt;br /&gt;Cut open, unfold, but there's nothing inside, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on singing this song&lt;br /&gt;That the angels will not hear&lt;br /&gt;The world is a hole from all that i stole&lt;br /&gt;But there is still a little love in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things will last&lt;br /&gt;I did it too fast, but i'm learning to cry&lt;br /&gt;Hey child, you dance too loud&lt;br /&gt;Here is your limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i can't go on singing this song&lt;br /&gt;That the angels will not hear&lt;br /&gt;The world is a hole from all that i stole&lt;br /&gt;But there is so much love in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things will last&lt;br /&gt;I did it too fast, but i'm learning to cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Get it all out, deliver it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my plead, my never-ending repeat&lt;br /&gt;I'm a circular cry-baby with no-one to trust&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless and mad and anciently sad&lt;br /&gt;If someone wants to kill me, go ahead, but make it fast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-6326033145251453370?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6326033145251453370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6326033145251453370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-same-old-song-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Same Old Song by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4003069463487391169</id><published>2007-08-14T20:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:06:20.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Rock’n Roll Ghost by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Rock’n Roll Ghost&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 02/05/2003&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know&lt;br /&gt;And you go&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I have no cause&lt;br /&gt;To think about the shit&lt;br /&gt;We used to know&lt;br /&gt;Made of snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you came&lt;br /&gt;And you stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one here&lt;br /&gt;To raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;Be my guest&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your host&lt;br /&gt;To a rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;A rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you said&lt;br /&gt;She's better off dead&lt;br /&gt;You think that I might&lt;br /&gt;Have heard a word&lt;br /&gt;But I was much too young&lt;br /&gt;And much too cool for words&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one here&lt;br /&gt;To raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Man, raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;Or the rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;To a rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know&lt;br /&gt;Until we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here&lt;br /&gt;To raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;I look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And I see&lt;br /&gt;The rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;My rock'n roll ghost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-4003069463487391169?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4003069463487391169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4003069463487391169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-rockn-roll-ghost-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Rock’n Roll Ghost by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-5841959954730317849</id><published>2007-08-14T20:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:05:21.013+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Rock’n Roll by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Rock’n Roll&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know&lt;br /&gt;And you go&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I have no cause&lt;br /&gt;To think about the shit&lt;br /&gt;We used to know&lt;br /&gt;Made of snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you came&lt;br /&gt;And you stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one here&lt;br /&gt;To raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;Be my guest&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your host&lt;br /&gt;To a rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;A rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you said&lt;br /&gt;She's better off dead&lt;br /&gt;You think that I might&lt;br /&gt;Have heard a word&lt;br /&gt;But I was much too young&lt;br /&gt;And much too cool for words&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one here&lt;br /&gt;To raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Man, raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;Or the rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;To a rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know&lt;br /&gt;Until we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here&lt;br /&gt;To raise a toast&lt;br /&gt;I look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And I see&lt;br /&gt;The rock'n roll ghost&lt;br /&gt;My rock'n roll ghost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-5841959954730317849?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/5841959954730317849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/5841959954730317849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-rockn-roll-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Rock’n Roll by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-1911485184955610891</id><published>2007-08-14T20:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:04:43.725+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Oddness Of The Lord by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Oddness Of The Lord&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby sing&lt;br /&gt;Of the oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;It's about time we sang&lt;br /&gt;Of the strange ways of the lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby sing&lt;br /&gt;Of the oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The strange ways of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The sacred and the curst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never getting better, no no no&lt;br /&gt;It's only getting worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people sing&lt;br /&gt;Of the oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;Eveybody sing&lt;br /&gt;Of the strange ways of the lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oddness of the lord, ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;The sacred and the curst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never getting better, no no no&lt;br /&gt;It's only getting worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never getting better, no no no&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-1911485184955610891?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1911485184955610891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1911485184955610891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-oddness-of-lord-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Oddness Of The Lord by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-443036900349783572</id><published>2007-08-14T20:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:04:08.588+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: My Misery Is A Mystery by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: My Misery Is A Mystery&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my misery is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's my mistress when she's with me&lt;br /&gt;And i miss her when she's history&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my misery is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mysterious delirious&lt;br /&gt;Why is happiness so furious?&lt;br /&gt;And it is tiring to be curious&lt;br /&gt;My euphoria is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how glorious to sleep&lt;br /&gt;In between our raging days&lt;br /&gt;It's the sweetest relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy moses, life is roses&lt;br /&gt;Just be vary of the process&lt;br /&gt;Give it water in small doses&lt;br /&gt;And cut it down when it's ferocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my misery is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's my mistress when she's with me&lt;br /&gt;And i miss her when she's history&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my misery is a mystery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-443036900349783572?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/443036900349783572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/443036900349783572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-my-misery-is-mystery-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: My Misery Is A Mystery by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-1811652823680208872</id><published>2007-08-14T19:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:40:44.311+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: My Dad by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: My Dad&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 25/01/2005&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talking)&lt;br /&gt;quack goes the goose&lt;br /&gt;and also goes the duck&lt;br /&gt;moo goes the cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(singing)&lt;br /&gt;my dad is a business man&lt;br /&gt;he likes to drink a few&lt;br /&gt;he likes to watch the footy&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't flush his poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when hes not at works hes dirty&lt;br /&gt;digging in his pit&lt;br /&gt;when its deep enough&lt;br /&gt;he hangs a little shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;woooooo my dad is weird&lt;br /&gt;yeh he is very strange&lt;br /&gt;he makes all his chickens&lt;br /&gt;lay all their eggs free range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad bets on the footy&lt;br /&gt;and although he always loses&lt;br /&gt;he sits in his chair&lt;br /&gt;pulling out his hair&lt;br /&gt;and calls everyone losers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-1811652823680208872?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1811652823680208872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1811652823680208872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-my-dad-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: My Dad by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-2913167701235859985</id><published>2007-08-14T19:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:39:58.468+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: I Can Buy You by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: I Can Buy You&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 31/01/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life for sanity and dignity, no way takes to&lt;br /&gt;And what's to use to me a millionaire if I can have you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy you a home, I'll pay your friends if you're feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;A pain of losing a guy like you&lt;br /&gt;It's a bigger cause than pain you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can buy you, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you do what you don't&lt;br /&gt;And I can hire you, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you love me, I can't make you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'll never go for little and I always need more&lt;br /&gt;And you're thousand dollars playboy than I just can't afford&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you caught me, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You caught me hanging around for too long&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stopping don't know always&lt;br /&gt;I bought your life that will need belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can buy you, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you do what you don't&lt;br /&gt;And I can hire you, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you love me, I can't make you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I can make you love me, if I can make you care&lt;br /&gt;What cries can't take me there in this world&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me can't escape&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to force you always&lt;br /&gt;But I meant to force you what you need belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can buy you, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you do what you don't&lt;br /&gt;And I can hire you, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you love me, I can't make you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take you there, anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-2913167701235859985?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2913167701235859985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2913167701235859985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-i-can-buy-you-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: I Can Buy You by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4888507321854430635</id><published>2007-08-14T19:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:39:21.305+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Hard as a stone by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening&lt;br /&gt;When you think&lt;br /&gt;You're alone&lt;br /&gt;Too many hours&lt;br /&gt;In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Has made me&lt;br /&gt;Hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to crack you&lt;br /&gt;I told you you're the one&lt;br /&gt;But you must have thought&lt;br /&gt;That I have gone&lt;br /&gt;I told you a lotta lies&lt;br /&gt;Just to get laid&lt;br /&gt;But your heart is&lt;br /&gt;Hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're vicious&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a man&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;What I can&lt;br /&gt;To remain&lt;br /&gt;Hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little pigeon&lt;br /&gt;Where did you find her&lt;br /&gt;I had to break her&lt;br /&gt;Every bone&lt;br /&gt;Eleven hours&lt;br /&gt;In your pool&lt;br /&gt;No longer&lt;br /&gt;Hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was delicious&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the star&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;What you are&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta be&lt;br /&gt;Hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;Hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha-ha-hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're mean&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a man&lt;br /&gt;It's not exactly&lt;br /&gt;What I planned&lt;br /&gt;But it seems&lt;br /&gt;I'm hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm hard as a stone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-4888507321854430635?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4888507321854430635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4888507321854430635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-hard-as-stone-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Hard as a stone by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-6530521666589785790</id><published>2007-08-14T19:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:38:46.252+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Frequent Flyer by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Frequent Flyer&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me pack my bags&lt;br /&gt;I might be leaving&lt;br /&gt;I need some sweet assistance&lt;br /&gt;While I'm stealing&lt;br /&gt;Some of your time&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got photographs&lt;br /&gt;Of all you all I'm needing&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness if I&lt;br /&gt;Left you all believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel like none&lt;br /&gt;And I need something&lt;br /&gt;To direct me to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a frequent flyer&lt;br /&gt;A notorious liar, ohh&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;I never get close&lt;br /&gt;I can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to tell my story&lt;br /&gt;From the ending&lt;br /&gt;But the story's getting thin&lt;br /&gt;From heavy spending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need my man&lt;br /&gt;And I need a fence&lt;br /&gt;And I need someone to protect me&lt;br /&gt;From the wench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a frequent flyer&lt;br /&gt;A notorious liar, ohh&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;I never get close&lt;br /&gt;I can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;To the ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get close enough, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;I can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;To the sun&lt;br /&gt;I can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a frequent flyer&lt;br /&gt;A notorious liar, ohh&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;I never get close&lt;br /&gt;I can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;It seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-6530521666589785790?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6530521666589785790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6530521666589785790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-frequent-flyer-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Frequent Flyer by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-3062411638405389138</id><published>2007-08-14T19:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:38:08.672+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Elephant by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught you smiling&lt;br /&gt;With pointed teeth&lt;br /&gt;What once was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Has turned bitter and cheap&lt;br /&gt;So now there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;I can do for you&lt;br /&gt;But leave your roses&lt;br /&gt;Out to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misbehaved&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your way&lt;br /&gt;Like an elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle smiling&lt;br /&gt;With pointed teeth&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a war between&lt;br /&gt;My high hopes and me&lt;br /&gt;So this is how you put&lt;br /&gt;An end to things&lt;br /&gt;By cutting throats&lt;br /&gt;With a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misbehaved&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your way&lt;br /&gt;In your way&lt;br /&gt;Like an elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Of my mind&lt;br /&gt;A little angel saying&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your love&lt;br /&gt;You love too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badadadam&lt;br /&gt;Badadam&lt;br /&gt;Badadada&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Badadadam&lt;br /&gt;Badadam&lt;br /&gt;Badadada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-3062411638405389138?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3062411638405389138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3062411638405389138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-elephant-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Elephant by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-6111242186404378172</id><published>2007-08-14T19:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:37:39.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Deceased by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Deceased&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to harm you&lt;br /&gt;So let me disarm you, you'll see what i mean&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours for you already know me&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me and show me the way to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can live a life we know is real&lt;br /&gt;We move silently through my room and make me feel&lt;br /&gt;That love can be a place we never have to leave&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, stay with me, never disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart i see clearly&lt;br /&gt;We should be revealing our secrets today&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't just stay there, i'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the plans you've been making to take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can live a life we know is real&lt;br /&gt;We move silently through my room and make me feel&lt;br /&gt;That love can be a place we never have to leave&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, stay with me, never disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can live a life we know is real&lt;br /&gt;We move silently through my room and make me feel&lt;br /&gt;That love can be a place we never have to leave&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, stay with me, never disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can live a life we know is real&lt;br /&gt;We move silently through my room and make me feel&lt;br /&gt;That love can be a place we never have to leave&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, stay with me, never disappear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-6111242186404378172?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6111242186404378172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/6111242186404378172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-deceased-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Deceased by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4133822969986611500</id><published>2007-08-14T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:36:13.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Charlie Charlie by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Charlie Charlie&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a boy called Charlie Charlie&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of September last year&lt;br /&gt;He was 21 and once a teenage star&lt;br /&gt;So sweeten the way he appeared&lt;br /&gt;In the way he appeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Charlie&lt;br /&gt;He was a trip into&lt;br /&gt;The wild and the free&lt;br /&gt;Got high on drinks and me&lt;br /&gt;In rock'n roll dreams&lt;br /&gt;We share the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;Till one morning&lt;br /&gt;He showed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Charlie Charlie&lt;br /&gt;It felt like the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;With his careless, charmed&lt;br /&gt;And his jaded eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know you would have fall in, too&lt;br /&gt;You would have fall in, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Charlie&lt;br /&gt;He was a trip into&lt;br /&gt;The wild and the free&lt;br /&gt;Got high on drinks and me&lt;br /&gt;In rock'n roll dreams&lt;br /&gt;We share the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;Till one morning&lt;br /&gt;He showed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Charlie&lt;br /&gt;When for I'm and&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the street&lt;br /&gt;They stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;But if you happen to meet&lt;br /&gt;You tell him I don't want&lt;br /&gt;The morning that he owes me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know&lt;br /&gt;What went through him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I could never know&lt;br /&gt;He don't know&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew him&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Charlie&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Charlie&lt;br /&gt;He's got my credit card&lt;br /&gt;And has something seen&lt;br /&gt;He stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;But if you happen to meet&lt;br /&gt;Can tell him I don't want the morning&lt;br /&gt;Though I just want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-4133822969986611500?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4133822969986611500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4133822969986611500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-charlie-charlie-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Charlie Charlie by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-7726416056362148643</id><published>2007-08-14T19:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:35:39.435+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Angel of sadness by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Angel of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;There's someone in&lt;br /&gt;My house that I can't see&lt;br /&gt;I've asked her many times to leave&lt;br /&gt;She tells me she's not evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my hours of confidence&lt;br /&gt;When feeling real and&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of my friends&lt;br /&gt;When I let go of my defence&lt;br /&gt;She's waiting in a corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Save me some hours&lt;br /&gt;To try on my own&lt;br /&gt;When the music is over&lt;br /&gt;The silence is on&lt;br /&gt;You know I will be yours alone&lt;br /&gt;So pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And carry me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with her is getting hard&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not the&lt;br /&gt;Driver of my own car&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the holder of my credit card&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesus, make me sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misery comes and lovers go&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself and&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know&lt;br /&gt;She says I've always told you so&lt;br /&gt;But I'll stay with you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Save me some hours&lt;br /&gt;To try on my own&lt;br /&gt;When the music is over&lt;br /&gt;The silence is on&lt;br /&gt;You know I will be yours alone&lt;br /&gt;So pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And carry me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Angel of grief&lt;br /&gt;Save me some hours&lt;br /&gt;Then please can you leave&lt;br /&gt;When the music is over&lt;br /&gt;The silence is on&lt;br /&gt;I'll be completely on my own&lt;br /&gt;But I'll work it out&lt;br /&gt;And find me a home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-7726416056362148643?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/7726416056362148643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/7726416056362148643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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You&lt;br /&gt;My Dad&lt;br /&gt;My Misery Is A Mystery&lt;br /&gt;Oddness Of The Lord&lt;br /&gt;Rock’n Roll&lt;br /&gt;Rock’n Roll Ghost&lt;br /&gt;Same Old Song&lt;br /&gt;Silent night&lt;br /&gt;Song For The Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Such a bad comedown&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;The oddness of the lord&lt;br /&gt;The same old song&lt;br /&gt;Train Of Salvation&lt;br /&gt;Walking the cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-3466645014785969829?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3466645014785969829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3466645014785969829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyrics-camp-23-lyrics-found-for-this.html' title='&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-524467023591028729</id><published>2007-08-14T19:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:33:15.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Algebra by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: Algebra&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about algebra&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you now&lt;br /&gt;And all your talk&lt;br /&gt;Of logic and formula&lt;br /&gt;Could never help you now&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were always&lt;br /&gt;On the run&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness&lt;br /&gt;In your heart&lt;br /&gt;So you wear it&lt;br /&gt;On the outside&lt;br /&gt;Of your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken&lt;br /&gt;The liberty&lt;br /&gt;To tell your ghost to go&lt;br /&gt;Bribing them with&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;They promised not to show&lt;br /&gt;For a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were always&lt;br /&gt;The little boy&lt;br /&gt;Who couldn't keep it&lt;br /&gt;To yourself&lt;br /&gt;So your heart&lt;br /&gt;Is on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Of your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;You moved inside my home&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is alright&lt;br /&gt;If you are still alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your heart&lt;br /&gt;Is greater than&lt;br /&gt;The sum of you&lt;br /&gt;And everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still you're always&lt;br /&gt;On the run&lt;br /&gt;From the poison&lt;br /&gt;In your lungs&lt;br /&gt;And your heart&lt;br /&gt;Is on the outside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-524467023591028729?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/524467023591028729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/524467023591028729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-algebra-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: Algebra by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-9077027220989716559</id><published>2007-08-14T19:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:31:20.952+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: A misery is a mystery by A Camp</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Camp&lt;br /&gt;Title: A misery is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my misery is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's my mistress when she's with me&lt;br /&gt;And i miss her when she's history&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my misery is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mysterious delirious&lt;br /&gt;Why is happiness so furious?&lt;br /&gt;And it is tiring to be curious&lt;br /&gt;My euphoria is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how glorious to sleep&lt;br /&gt;In between our raging days&lt;br /&gt;It's the sweetest relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy moses, life is roses&lt;br /&gt;Just be vary of the process&lt;br /&gt;Give it water in small doses&lt;br /&gt;And cut it down when it's ferocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my misery is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's my mistress when she's with me&lt;br /&gt;And i miss her when she's history&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my misery is a mystery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-9077027220989716559?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/9077027220989716559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/9077027220989716559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-misery-is-mystery-by-camp.html' title='Lyric: A misery is a mystery by A Camp'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-3780135070005008992</id><published>2007-08-14T19:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:26:26.077+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Turquoise Tears by A Burning Water</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Burning Water&lt;br /&gt;Title: Turquoise Tears&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Ule&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left over kindergarten scribble&lt;br /&gt;stained upon my mind&lt;br /&gt;my window sill sits wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;from simple sighs like waving time&lt;br /&gt;I've helped you here to sign your crimes&lt;br /&gt;their words within this crippled line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remain here today&lt;br /&gt;these eyes of yours are traveling&lt;br /&gt;you hand these stones a life away you speak&lt;br /&gt;my heart in silhouette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i trace alone&lt;br /&gt;blinded by your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;your whispering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remain here today&lt;br /&gt;these eyes of yours are traveling&lt;br /&gt;you hand these stones a life away you speak&lt;br /&gt;my heart in silhouette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spiteful words are all I know&lt;br /&gt;and as the tears flow dry&lt;br /&gt;like the time that's passed me by&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you to feel my pain&lt;br /&gt;and as the imprints of your kiss still live with me&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;yes i dream of you&lt;br /&gt;and as I hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;and wish for you to see me here&lt;br /&gt;and as I wait&lt;br /&gt;wait for you to bury me beneath this floor&lt;br /&gt;and as I sit&lt;br /&gt;a ghost among the life I die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-3780135070005008992?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3780135070005008992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3780135070005008992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-turquoise-tears-by-burning-water.html' title='Lyric: Turquoise Tears by A Burning Water'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-1108325790078463888</id><published>2007-08-14T19:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:25:19.051+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: These Ruins by A Burning Water</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Burning Water&lt;br /&gt;Title: These Ruins&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Ule&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the amazing sun&lt;br /&gt;the ingrown tone speaks&lt;br /&gt;to cancel out the tears&lt;br /&gt;but i remember well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of once remembered states of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;the water is rising&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes to bleed and see&lt;br /&gt;these empty walls are forming the tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the rediscovered sky&lt;br /&gt;I only exist as the sun&lt;br /&gt;in truth as the pages turn now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of once remembered states of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;the water is rising&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes to bleed and see&lt;br /&gt;these empty walls are forming the tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words of yours they say to me&lt;br /&gt;theres something more you want from me&lt;br /&gt;this heart you break&lt;br /&gt;this life you take&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with raised fists&lt;br /&gt;and oceans in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;we fear our fears&lt;br /&gt;we fear we once controlled the sky&lt;br /&gt;we fear right to the end&lt;br /&gt;this one time right to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-1108325790078463888?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1108325790078463888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1108325790078463888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-these-ruins-by-burning-water.html' title='Lyric: These Ruins by A Burning Water'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4427930419798666751</id><published>2007-08-14T19:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:24:47.281+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: So Much You Hide by A Burning Water</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Burning Water&lt;br /&gt;Title: So Much You Hide&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Ule&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire burns me brighter than ever before&lt;br /&gt;water runs through these&lt;br /&gt;open door wanting to remain lock forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgive words that you say&lt;br /&gt;your lies are wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;i forgive words that you say&lt;br /&gt;lets move on and leave them here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light consumes me more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;dont speak so soft&lt;br /&gt;understand the beaten path you walk has over grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgive words that you say&lt;br /&gt;your lies are wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;i forgive words that you say&lt;br /&gt;lets move on and leave them here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so say it once to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;say that you're always, always away&lt;br /&gt;there's so much you hide&lt;br /&gt;your eyes tell me so&lt;br /&gt;go back on your word and hide&lt;br /&gt;so we can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-4427930419798666751?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4427930419798666751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4427930419798666751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-so-much-you-hide-by-burning-water.html' title='Lyric: So Much You Hide by A Burning Water'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-7395962203119536555</id><published>2007-08-14T19:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:24:12.898+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Retract by A Burning Water</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Burning Water&lt;br /&gt;Title: Retract&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Ule&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise when we fall&lt;br /&gt;do we take&lt;br /&gt;form in time&lt;br /&gt;do we care&lt;br /&gt;how we live&lt;br /&gt;fold your side&lt;br /&gt;where to speak&lt;br /&gt;where to die&lt;br /&gt;still in this war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more to this&lt;br /&gt;but there's no truth only death&lt;br /&gt;plot your vengeance now&lt;br /&gt;forget our lives&lt;br /&gt;so set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream is this right&lt;br /&gt;do we part&lt;br /&gt;does this mean&lt;br /&gt;false retract&lt;br /&gt;hold your eyes&lt;br /&gt;sample change&lt;br /&gt;of our lives&lt;br /&gt;reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;drink our blood now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more to this&lt;br /&gt;but there's no truth only death&lt;br /&gt;plot your vengeance now&lt;br /&gt;forget our lives&lt;br /&gt;so set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their back from back&lt;br /&gt;from the days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;the decisions, decisions we make in death&lt;br /&gt;remember the words&lt;br /&gt;remember the words and speak truth&lt;br /&gt;this sky inside from eyes&lt;br /&gt;retract our souls and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more to this&lt;br /&gt;but there's no truth only death&lt;br /&gt;plot your vengeance now&lt;br /&gt;forget our lives&lt;br /&gt;so set fire to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-7395962203119536555?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/7395962203119536555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/7395962203119536555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-retract-by-burning-water_14.html' title='Lyric: Retract by A Burning Water'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4747985129656131834</id><published>2007-08-14T19:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:23:22.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Retract by A Burning Water</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Burning Water&lt;br /&gt;Title: Retract&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Ule&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise when we fall&lt;br /&gt;do we take&lt;br /&gt;form in time&lt;br /&gt;do we care&lt;br /&gt;how we live&lt;br /&gt;fold your side&lt;br /&gt;where to speak&lt;br /&gt;where to die&lt;br /&gt;still in this war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more to this&lt;br /&gt;but there's no truth only death&lt;br /&gt;plot your vengeance now&lt;br /&gt;forget our lives&lt;br /&gt;so set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream is this right&lt;br /&gt;do we part&lt;br /&gt;does this mean&lt;br /&gt;false retract&lt;br /&gt;hold your eyes&lt;br /&gt;sample change&lt;br /&gt;of our lives&lt;br /&gt;reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;drink our blood now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more to this&lt;br /&gt;but there's no truth only death&lt;br /&gt;plot your vengeance now&lt;br /&gt;forget our lives&lt;br /&gt;so set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their back from back&lt;br /&gt;from the days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;the decisions, decisions we make in death&lt;br /&gt;remember the words&lt;br /&gt;remember the words and speak truth&lt;br /&gt;this sky inside from eyes&lt;br /&gt;retract our souls and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set fire to it&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more to this&lt;br /&gt;but there's no truth only death&lt;br /&gt;plot your vengeance now&lt;br /&gt;forget our lives&lt;br /&gt;so set fire to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-4747985129656131834?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4747985129656131834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4747985129656131834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-retract-by-burning-water.html' title='Lyric: Retract by A Burning Water'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-2005462651646398666</id><published>2007-08-14T19:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:22:45.688+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Out In The Dark by A Burning Water</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Burning Water&lt;br /&gt;Title: Out In The Dark&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Ule&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets fight the now&lt;br /&gt;light that fire and burn it down&lt;br /&gt;bring it down bring it down&lt;br /&gt;we make our fate the time is now&lt;br /&gt;all together all the same&lt;br /&gt;its not over its not over&lt;br /&gt;we're not the same off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;its not over its not over&lt;br /&gt;we're not the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY its not over now&lt;br /&gt;we fight with all we have&lt;br /&gt;our fates not up to you&lt;br /&gt;its not over now&lt;br /&gt;we're taking over&lt;br /&gt;say it time and time again&lt;br /&gt;we'll bring it down without the light&lt;br /&gt;we'll play out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets fight the now&lt;br /&gt;light that fire and burn it down&lt;br /&gt;bring it down bring it down&lt;br /&gt;we make our fate the time is now&lt;br /&gt;all together all the same&lt;br /&gt;its not over its not over&lt;br /&gt;we're not the same off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;its not over its not over&lt;br /&gt;we're not the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY its not over now&lt;br /&gt;we fight with all we have&lt;br /&gt;our fates not up to you&lt;br /&gt;its not over now&lt;br /&gt;we're taking over&lt;br /&gt;say it time and time again&lt;br /&gt;we'll bring it down without the light&lt;br /&gt;we'll play out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dark say now&lt;br /&gt;in the dark&lt;br /&gt;the time in now&lt;br /&gt;we won't back down&lt;br /&gt;we hold these cards&lt;br /&gt;we'll burn it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY its not over now&lt;br /&gt;we fight with all we have&lt;br /&gt;our fates not up to you&lt;br /&gt;its not over now&lt;br /&gt;we're taking over&lt;br /&gt;say it time and time again&lt;br /&gt;we'll bring it down without the light&lt;br /&gt;we'll play out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dark say now&lt;br /&gt;in the dark&lt;br /&gt;what's left for them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-2005462651646398666?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2005462651646398666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2005462651646398666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-out-in-dark-by-burning-water.html' title='Lyric: Out In The Dark by A Burning Water'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-2105795171590551444</id><published>2007-08-14T19:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:19:17.229+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: In Failed Attempts by A Burning Water</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Burning Water&lt;br /&gt;Title: In Failed Attempts&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Ule&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed attempts in understanding&lt;br /&gt;only brought me here&lt;br /&gt;consequently i just wanted you today&lt;br /&gt;clearly it was the apprehension that stained the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;draw back the curtains so I can see&lt;br /&gt;clinching fists and crystal dreams they fall here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see through eyes to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;i just want to follow&lt;br /&gt;falling faster just to find out&lt;br /&gt;counting times you've still to mention&lt;br /&gt;give away your heart&lt;br /&gt;it fades with this daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what this meant&lt;br /&gt;your downfall still sets the stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see through eyes to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;i just want to follow&lt;br /&gt;falling faster just to find out&lt;br /&gt;counting times you've still to mention&lt;br /&gt;give away your heart&lt;br /&gt;it fades with this daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your truth is all I know&lt;br /&gt;of course its just for me&lt;br /&gt;I say it has to end&lt;br /&gt;so listen well i will begin&lt;br /&gt;you say I am over loved&lt;br /&gt;I say there's nothing left to hide&lt;br /&gt;the path is mine&lt;br /&gt;I will decide&lt;br /&gt;give away your heart&lt;br /&gt;it fades with this daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-2105795171590551444?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2105795171590551444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is warn as I lie asleep&lt;br /&gt;a life is lost when they broke in&lt;br /&gt;and the air is cold and my skin is bare&lt;br /&gt;the door swings open as i fight for life&lt;br /&gt;my hands are locked and my eyes are blind&lt;br /&gt;and this frigid air is losing me&lt;br /&gt;and these concrete walls have it all locked in&lt;br /&gt;and the time I count starts tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here holding&lt;br /&gt;I am holding my hands to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for the answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these bars are black and i can't see through&lt;br /&gt;and this empty chair is my new friend&lt;br /&gt;and you cast my eyes away from the day&lt;br /&gt;these nights are dark yet blinding too&lt;br /&gt;you say you wont I know you will&lt;br /&gt;lock this door and lose the key&lt;br /&gt;I sit as stone and wait the end&lt;br /&gt;these cold dark night have me locked in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here holding&lt;br /&gt;I am holding my hands to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for the answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to set me free&lt;br /&gt;its so wrong its so right&lt;br /&gt;but it'll set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-2777128273675840119?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2777128273675840119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2777128273675840119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-passing-wish-by-burning-water.html' title='Lyric: A Passing Wish by A Burning Water'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-782432954806346249</id><published>2007-08-14T19:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:15:48.904+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: The Sun &amp; The Rainfall by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Sun &amp; The Rainfall&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone will call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something will fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And smash on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without reading the text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what comes next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen it before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things must change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must rearrange them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we'll have to estrange them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game's not worth playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I like best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You retain my interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable like the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rainfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things must change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must rearrange them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we'll have to estrange them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game's not worth playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-782432954806346249?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/782432954806346249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/782432954806346249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-sun-rainfall-by-broken-frame.html' title='Lyric: The Sun &amp; The Rainfall by A Broken Frame'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-933224064700696103</id><published>2007-08-14T19:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:15:10.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: The Meaning of Love by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Meaning of Love&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read more than a hundred books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen love mentioned many thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all the places I've looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still no clearer it's just not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still no nearer the meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noted down all my observations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent an evening watching television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I couldn't say with precision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know it's a feeling and it comes from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's the meaning, the meaning of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the notes that I've made so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love seems something like wanting a scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could be wrong, I'm just not sure you see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been in love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I asked several friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they could spare a few minutes of their time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their look suggested that I'd lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the answer, my Lord high above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the meaning, the meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the notes that I've made so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love seems something like wanting a scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could be wrong, I'm just not sure you see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been in love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the meaning of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-933224064700696103?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/933224064700696103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/933224064700696103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-meaning-of-love-by-broken-frame.html' title='Lyric: The Meaning of Love by A Broken Frame'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-3559314332577115261</id><published>2007-08-14T19:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:13:58.282+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Shouldn’t Have Done That by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: Shouldn’t Have Done That&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans made in the nursery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can change the course of history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says go and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't show your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have done that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small boy and his infantry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching around so naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have done that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grows up and goes to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice boy, obeys all the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's proud of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To follow his ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows what he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a politician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have done that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-3559314332577115261?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3559314332577115261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3559314332577115261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-shouldnt-have-done-that-by-broken.html' title='Lyric: Shouldn’t Have Done That by A Broken Frame'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-8924628536730492877</id><published>2007-08-14T19:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:12:18.811+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: See You by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: See You&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see your sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiled the way it was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll try not to hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't even touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days when we'd walk through the woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sit on a bench for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the way we used to laugh and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look in each others eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can keep me at a distance if you don't trust my resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know five years is a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that times change (oh that times change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are basically the same (basically the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the water's still flowing, we can go for a swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do the things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm reluctant you can pull me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can relive our youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but we'll stay friendly like sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I think I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's true? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-8924628536730492877?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/8924628536730492877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/8924628536730492877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-see-you-by-broken-frame.html' title='Lyric: See You by A Broken Frame'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-316205501910377655</id><published>2007-08-14T19:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:11:37.197+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Satellite by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: Satellite&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hear this my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna lock myself in a cold black room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna shadow myself in a veil of gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will function, operate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a satellite of hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven to this point by a chain of events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one pushed me nearer the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna send my message through to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll receive the signal too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will function, operate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a satellite of hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disillusioned, I was disenchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the love that had been implanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the lies and I felt the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke my heart and I lost control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a satellite of a free state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a satellite of hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A satellite of hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-316205501910377655?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/316205501910377655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/316205501910377655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-satellite-by-broken-frame.html' title='Lyric: Satellite by A Broken Frame'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-9072941019637397901</id><published>2007-08-14T19:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:10:56.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: My Secret Garden by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: My Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret garden's not so secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run from the house holding my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling dejected, feeling like a child might feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems so absurd that this should have occurred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very only secret and I had to go and leak it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret garden's not so secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my secret garden's not so secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run through the fields down to the edge of the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stay long, here comes the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll catch me if she can, take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to keep on running and I just can't see the fun in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret garden not being secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so easy on days such as these she'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search and search for hours, in among the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, I loved her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the fool, act so cruel (I loved it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a book, take a look (I loved her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems so absurd that this should have occurred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very only secret and I had to go and leak it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret garden's not so secret anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-9072941019637397901?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/9072941019637397901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/9072941019637397901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-my-secret-garden-by-broken-frame.html' title='Lyric: My Secret Garden by A Broken Frame'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4802215941411960516</id><published>2007-08-14T19:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:10:19.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Monument by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: Monument&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the site was found we laid the foundations down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long before they came back tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't build at night, you need a little light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else you gonna see what it's gonna be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we picked up our tools and we worked in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the last stone placed wasn't it a wonderful sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it fell back down and scattered all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything passes when you need glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fell down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work all of my days for this kind of praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fell down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4664599282811524882</id><published>2007-08-14T19:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:09:36.261+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Leave in Silence by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: Leave in Silence&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told myself so many times before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time I think I mean it for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reached a full stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna save us from the big drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached our natural conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outlived the illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being in these situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That call for diplomatic relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only knew the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I thought we had a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could stop this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would stop this thing from spreading like a cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? (I don't want to play) anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I'm heading for the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this emotional violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been running around in circles all year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this and that and getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This'll be the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I said that last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only had a potion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some magical lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could stop this, I would stop this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would set the wheels in motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? (I don't want to play) anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I'm heading for the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this emotional violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave in silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-4664599282811524882?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4664599282811524882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4664599282811524882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-leave-in-silence-by-broken-frame.html' title='Lyric: Leave in Silence by A Broken Frame'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-7951135466913845420</id><published>2007-08-14T19:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:08:26.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: A Photograph of You by A Broken Frame</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Broken Frame&lt;br /&gt;Title: A Photograph of You&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is a photograph of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What use is a souvenir of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We once had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all it ever does is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tear it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I haven't the guts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could throw it on the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to say I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is a color print of a little baby doll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When just one little glance is enough to make me feel dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would misplace it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I take such good care of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I relish it being here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is a photograph of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4428303128227294973</id><published>2007-08-14T19:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:07:31.771+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Serpent by A Bird Flew</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Bird Flew&lt;br /&gt;Title: Serpent&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Pascal&lt;br /&gt;Date: 25/09/2003&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks and 4 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;You left me&lt;br /&gt;You left me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a serpent&lt;br /&gt;Scaly and cold&lt;br /&gt;A serpent&lt;br /&gt;A lying bitch&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand you&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be sweet&lt;br /&gt;Or I can be sour&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on how you treat you&lt;br /&gt;You treat me good, you get it&lt;br /&gt;You treat me bad, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a serpent&lt;br /&gt;Scaly and cold&lt;br /&gt;A serpent&lt;br /&gt;A lying bitch&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand you&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;A disgrace&lt;br /&gt;You ashamed me&lt;br /&gt;Now watch your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a serpent&lt;br /&gt;Scaly and cold&lt;br /&gt;A serpent&lt;br /&gt;A lying bitch&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a tramp like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-4428303128227294973?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/4428303128227294973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone and think about you,&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lonely all by myself&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you're with someone else&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;When you're not around&lt;br /&gt;All the pain I have been through&lt;br /&gt;When you're nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but remember&lt;br /&gt;All the smiles that we have shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pace back and forth in my room&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I'll see you soon&lt;br /&gt;This restlessness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Isn't helping anything&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I cant stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;When you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;All the pain I have been through&lt;br /&gt;When you're nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but remember&lt;br /&gt;All the smiles that we have shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you'd say&lt;br /&gt;Make it so hard to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm losing my&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait up all night by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come home.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that it would be&lt;br /&gt;A girl in control of me,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;When you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;All the pain I have been through&lt;br /&gt;When you're nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but remember&lt;br /&gt;All the smiles that we have shared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-3196637019895275221?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Title: Vindictive&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanted to say thanks for leading me on&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for giving me the inspiration for this song&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I wasted precious time on a bitch like you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy about all the shit you made me suffer through&lt;br /&gt;Call me bitter and I'll just admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding a grudge and I won't quit it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one vindictive son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And one of these days you'll get yours, Ain't life rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd call me and you promised that we'd hang out the next day&lt;br /&gt;So I waited by the phone without luck much to my dismay&lt;br /&gt;Apparently by "we" you meant yourself and two other guys&lt;br /&gt;So first you humored me and then you filled my head with lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me bitter and I'll just admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding a grudge and I won't quit it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one vindictive son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And one of these days you'll get yours, Ain't life rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanted to say thanks for leading me on&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for giving me the inspiration for this song&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I wasted precious time on a bitch like you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy about all the shit you made me suffer through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me bitter and I'll just admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding a grudge and I won't quit it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one vindictive son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And one of these days you'll get yours, Ain't life rich &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-8547392925511826248?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/8547392925511826248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/8547392925511826248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-vindictive-by-better-half.html' title='Lyric: Vindictive by A Better Half'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-2665513446707566914</id><published>2007-08-14T19:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:03:42.881+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Second Thoughts by A Better Half</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Better Half&lt;br /&gt;Title: Second Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bust out my guitar&lt;br /&gt;and play it all night long&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm giving you space.&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn the TV on&lt;br /&gt;Shove popcorn in my face&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm such a disgrace to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;To sit here and be led on by you.&lt;br /&gt;Having second thoughts is fine by me&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your pretty face,&lt;br /&gt;I tear it off the wall&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm giving you space.&lt;br /&gt;Reading all your notes&lt;br /&gt;As they're consumed by flames,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're such a disgrace to me&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;To figure out what I saw in you.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't care when you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;So now we'll start, to grow apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just look at you now,&lt;br /&gt;You're sad and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Because I gave you your space.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm flying high,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you should have known&lt;br /&gt;I'd throw it back in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not so hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that I'm over you.&lt;br /&gt;So have as many thoughts as you'd like&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm alright, to say goodnight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-2665513446707566914?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2665513446707566914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/2665513446707566914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-second-thoughts-by-better-half.html' title='Lyric: Second Thoughts by A Better Half'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-1717695744534961692</id><published>2007-08-14T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:03:04.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Leave Me Alone by A Better Half</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Better Half&lt;br /&gt;Title: Leave Me Alone&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I get stopped short of being happy to my full potential&lt;br /&gt;No one understands how being with my girlfriend is essential&lt;br /&gt;And my mom complains that I stay out late, I'm never home&lt;br /&gt;And if I am, then you can find me on the telephone with her&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she really cares about me in a way no one has before&lt;br /&gt;And I really care about her just the same, I couldn't ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, I'm having fun&lt;br /&gt;So go complain to someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out, with my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;If that's a problem fuck yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I start to feel alright everything else starts to go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I thought I put an end to all the sadness I had known for so long&lt;br /&gt;But my friends complain I'm always with her, I neglect them&lt;br /&gt;But I want them to know, if they were me then I'd respect them because&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love and nobody cares, except for she and I&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone's thinking of themselves, so who cares if I try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, I'm having fun&lt;br /&gt;So go complain to someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out, with my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;If that's a problem fuck yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my band thinks that I have "ditched them for a girl"&lt;br /&gt;That's not true at all I wouldn't ditch them for the world&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I'd never ditch her for them&lt;br /&gt;'Cause just like them she's my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, I'm having fun&lt;br /&gt;So go complain to someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out, with my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;If that's a problem fuck yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-1717695744534961692?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1717695744534961692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/1717695744534961692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-leave-me-alone-by-better-half.html' title='Lyric: Leave Me Alone by A Better Half'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-348151906914063573</id><published>2007-08-14T19:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:02:04.911+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: It’s All Good by A Better Half</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Better Half&lt;br /&gt;Title: It’s All Good&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed, was deceived&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I want to leave&lt;br /&gt;Hope is gone, led me on&lt;br /&gt;This has all gone on too long&lt;br /&gt;But things are never gonna change&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't exploit me, don't annoy me&lt;br /&gt;I've applied, you wont employ me&lt;br /&gt;Killing your time wasted my time&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit, I'm sure you feel fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty eyes filled with lies&lt;br /&gt;You can't hide with that disguise&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite, just won't quit&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it yeah just a bit&lt;br /&gt;And I say here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Will this depression ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't exploit, me don't annoy me&lt;br /&gt;I've applied you wont employ me&lt;br /&gt;Killing your time wasted my time&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit, I'm sure you feel fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a quitter, three strike hitter&lt;br /&gt;Won't let go, I'll hold on bitter&lt;br /&gt;It's all over when it's over&lt;br /&gt;Lost my only four leafed clover&lt;br /&gt;I failed to mention you're starved for attention&lt;br /&gt;Using me to ease your tension&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you knew I would, and I'd say that it's all good&lt;br /&gt;Won't do anything about it but I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-348151906914063573?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/348151906914063573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/348151906914063573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-its-all-good-by-better-half.html' title='Lyric: It’s All Good by A Better Half'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-3489635697126578146</id><published>2007-08-14T19:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:01:25.149+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Daydream Deceiver by A Better Half</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Better Half&lt;br /&gt;Title: Daydream Deceiver&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams it worked out every time&lt;br /&gt;I had it planned out to the last line&lt;br /&gt;We'd talk together all night&lt;br /&gt;I would hold her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't leave each others sight&lt;br /&gt;She would be my lucky charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, I think it's working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation, I wish that she would be mine&lt;br /&gt;Built last night up in my head&lt;br /&gt;It was something that she said&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;But she ditched me instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going according to my plans&lt;br /&gt;But at the last minute she up and ran&lt;br /&gt;She said that she was tired&lt;br /&gt;This left me out on my own&lt;br /&gt;She is a fucking liar&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, I think it's working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation, I wish that she would be mine&lt;br /&gt;Built last night up in my head&lt;br /&gt;It was something that she said&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;But she ditched me instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind nothing ever went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I was left behind by reality for so long&lt;br /&gt;This girl made me think I was someone special to her&lt;br /&gt;I've been carrying these false hopes, I'm such a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, I think it's working overtime&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation, I wish that she would be mine&lt;br /&gt;Built last night up in my head&lt;br /&gt;It was something that she said&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;But she ditched me instead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-3489635697126578146?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3489635697126578146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/3489635697126578146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-daydream-deceiver-by-better-half.html' title='Lyric: Daydream Deceiver by A Better Half'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-541342361857025258</id><published>2007-08-14T18:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:00:30.877+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Ball Park by A Better Half</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Better Half&lt;br /&gt;Title: Ball Park&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no one to impress but a whole world to ignore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just like all the rest: always down and wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Blind believer, under achiever&lt;br /&gt;My friends all say that I should leave her&lt;br /&gt;Safe within my dreams, tell me why it seems&lt;br /&gt;That every girl is out of my league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of a good thing: a thought too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Tired of this lonely feeling, there's not a thing I can do&lt;br /&gt;In denial, faking smiles&lt;br /&gt;It's true I never fit the profile&lt;br /&gt;Of the perfect guy, I'll never know why&lt;br /&gt;It seems every girl is out of my league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I set my standards too high?&lt;br /&gt;Did I set any at all?&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You can watch them as they fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind believer, under achiever&lt;br /&gt;My friends all say that I should leave her&lt;br /&gt;Safe within my dreams, tell me why it seems&lt;br /&gt;That every girl is out of my league &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-541342361857025258?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/541342361857025258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/541342361857025258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-ball-park-by-better-half.html' title='Lyric: Ball Park by A Better Half'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-7778765523312031246</id><published>2007-08-14T18:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:59:47.924+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Asking You by A Better Half</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Better Half&lt;br /&gt;Title: Asking You&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to ask,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you're gonna say yes.&lt;br /&gt;So why don't I ask?&lt;br /&gt;What am I scared of, there couldn't be less&lt;br /&gt;For me to fear,&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here,&lt;br /&gt;I like you so much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;No time to waste,&lt;br /&gt;I feel disgraced&lt;br /&gt;That I cant find the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask you out right now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's hard knowing how easy&lt;br /&gt;Asking you will be, when I'm completely&lt;br /&gt;Crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never part,&lt;br /&gt;If we ever get together at all.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I start&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how I feel, I stumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;When it's all done,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll always be true.&lt;br /&gt;Alone at last&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll ask,&lt;br /&gt;It has to be perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask you out right now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's hard knowing how easy&lt;br /&gt;Asking you will be, when I'm completely&lt;br /&gt;Crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Procrastinate?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just delaying something great.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask you out right now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's hard knowing how easy&lt;br /&gt;Asking you will be, when I'm completely&lt;br /&gt;Crazy about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-7778765523312031246?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/7778765523312031246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/7778765523312031246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-asking-you-by-better-half.html' title='Lyric: Asking You by A Better Half'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-7503906618113274472</id><published>2007-08-14T18:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:59:09.575+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Switchblades And Lollipops by A Beginnings End</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Beginnings End&lt;br /&gt;Title: Switchblades And Lollipops&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this blade in hand&lt;br /&gt;I think of everything i cant understand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take the next step&lt;br /&gt;But my fears catch up with me&lt;br /&gt;Put it slowly to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;This can only happen in my deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably discusted by now, I know&lt;br /&gt;Just understand that I'm nothing like you&lt;br /&gt;Be more open minded&lt;br /&gt;And listen to what I have to say,its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to these sick thoughts&lt;br /&gt;They're only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this?&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget they're only dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably discusted by now, I know&lt;br /&gt;Just understand that I'm nothing like you&lt;br /&gt;Be more open minded&lt;br /&gt;And listen to what I have to say,its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this? They're only dreams&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this? They're only dreams&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this? They're only dreams&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this? They're only dreams... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-7503906618113274472?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/7503906618113274472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/7503906618113274472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-switchblades-and-lollipops-by.html' title='Lyric: Switchblades And Lollipops by A Beginnings End'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-8778666059302490924</id><published>2007-08-14T18:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:58:33.055+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: A Needle Through The Heart by A Beginnings End</title><content type='html'>Artist: A Beginnings End&lt;br /&gt;Title: A Needle Through The Heart&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/06/2004&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ignorance is catching up with me&lt;br /&gt;Dragging me down, disrupting my thoughts constantly&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of these games, I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I'll somehow find that way to disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like a needle through the heart)It hurts me so bad&lt;br /&gt;(Like a needle through the heart)I can't take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;(Like a needle through the heart)It's almost over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all one big joke to you?&lt;br /&gt;Is that all this is just one big game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like a needle through the heart)It hurts me so bad&lt;br /&gt;(Like a needle through the heart)I can't take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;(Like a needle through the heart)It's almost over now&lt;br /&gt;(Like a needle through the heart)It's all over now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-8778666059302490924?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/8778666059302490924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/8778666059302490924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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over the world&lt;br /&gt;it's rollin' and tumblin'&lt;br /&gt;all people assembling&lt;br /&gt;the beat of my heart and the sound of the drums&lt;br /&gt;wake up boys and girls leave your home tonight&lt;br /&gt;rock is our life the stage is our home&lt;br /&gt;so come all together and have a good time&lt;br /&gt;let's have a party tonight&lt;br /&gt;with dancing and singing&lt;br /&gt;romancin' and swinging&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the beat is the pulse in my venes&lt;br /&gt;- all night long&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169492564515596218-5714617322006338676?l=lyricke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/5714617322006338676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169492564515596218/posts/default/5714617322006338676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricke.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-in-town-submit-by-annie.html' title='Back in town / Submit by: Annie'/><author><name>silent to peace...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863818293521831533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.co.uk/rusidi/RtYsYnhkIII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/szcwndhGGss/Logo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169492564515596218.post-4966635598413755899</id><published>2007-07-14T13:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:26:19.328+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric: Almost Everything Is Great by A</title><content type='html'>Artist: A&lt;br /&gt;Title: Almost Everything Is Great&lt;br /&gt;Submit by: Annie&lt;br /&gt;Date: 10/06/2003&lt;br /&gt;Hits: 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've killed it off&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the things you're telling me&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're joking&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this seriously&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid question!&lt;br /&gt;What are you on about?&lt;br /&gt;Every time there's [...] you can't make me&lt;br /&gt;What a good reaction&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;You got- (x7)&lt;br /&gt;me fooled&lt;br /&gt;Take it as a friend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like you want one&lt;br /&gt;It's time I smashed up my piggy bank&lt;br /&gt;It's no good 'cos it's made out of concrete&lt;br /&gt;Here I am making pounds to give away&lt;br /&gt;So what are your [...] in a [...]&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid question!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answer&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;I bet you can't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;I bet your [...]&lt;br /&gt;You got- (x7) me fooled&lt;br /&gt;Looking back&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything was great&lt;br /&gt;For a second you almost ruined everything&lt;br /&gt;For a while it was too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Looking back&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything is great&lt;br /&gt;Take it all on board&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything is great&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand? (x6)&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand? 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