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Jan 08, 2006 19:54

My life's like a song written without verse
The lines out of order, you won't know the words
We spin out our days confused as before
Never to know what those thoughts were for

And what were those thoughts? you asked
The sound of your voice so condescending
Held to the ground, but lost to the sky
My eyes were so low but my hopes were high

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mj4u121 January 9 2006, 04:24:12 UTC
Whatever it is that girls do to hearts, Jenna is doing to mine.

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