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Advice for advice needed...
Symponies constructed under star filled skys.
Designed beautifuly with you in mind.
It takes the pain, makes it feel like nothing could hurt me.
It makes the rain, feel like it's forming a new man.
It takes it all with you in mind.
Everyday, I spend my life searching.
For a chorus to complement the verse, and re-create a melody.
There's no way to find, and I bet you can't define it.
It's something experienced in dreams.
Temprature changes as the weather subsides.
And the fall of tommorow hasn't once crossed your mind.
Some people write songs for money and some for love.
Praying for the courage of wonderful above.
What's a lyric without a feeling, a hope not worth stealing.
This is a conversational song...
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Posted by error_course on 2008-06-20 23:53:44 | Rating: | Views: 81
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"Temprature changes as the weather subsides.And the fall of tommorow hasn't once crossed your mind." Spectacular.
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Posted by Wickedlovely826
on 2008-06-23 17:32:21
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Love how what you say isn't so obvious- if you look hard, it's like a gift.
Make them work for it.
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Posted by StayingAlive
on 2008-06-23 18:40:52
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