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Apr 16, 2006 11:18

Happy Easter.

What am I doing for Easter, you ask? Dying my hair, watching the mummy, and eating veggie dogs. I know, I know. A bit too much for the common Easter goer, but try to contain yourselves. In light of being all by myself (for once) on Easter, I have a melody I would like to share with the livejournal community.


Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can’t say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love,it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon..
Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to cry
So come on courage
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know
She would spend another afternoon drinking wine
Sitting on your door, just wasting time
Talking about the way it used to be
So much better

Or another night baby in your arms
Still another one could do no harm
Reminds me of how it used to feel
So much wetter

I never know what's right for her
There's always something I never notice wrong

To giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone, before you get found
In another boring...

Spin another bottle in a low-lit room
Nothing tastes better than young flowers in bloom
I know that's how it used to be
We were so much younger

Over that now and I can count the years
Everybody now is just counting tears
And plastic bills and their protective pills
And I just took my time

I never know what's right for her
There's always something I never notice wrong

Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone before you get found
In another boring afternoon

Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out, get out, get out, get out...

Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone before you get found
In another boring afternoon

Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out, get out, get out, get out...

Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone
Before you get found in another boring afternoon

Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone before you get found
In another boring...

Giving it up for, giving it up for
Giving it up for another boring afternoon

neither of those are meant to be sad. just...
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