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The earth is theirs. They are unbroken, unhurt.
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Cue beat. One, two, three. Reverberation. Tell yourself the stage is empty. The sound encompassed him. The lights moved, and across the endless space they barely illuminated the ten thousand people with hands in the air, swe
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Everything was Christmas and strawberry
and I knew that I would miss them
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that sweet sadness.
it's how the rain pours down.
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Bright colors
Swirled together over the page
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Do you ever feel that your not you? she whispered
sitting on the benches
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I hope one day
you will look into her eyes
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the whole world
is falling down on me
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tenia una pesadilla
i had a nightmare
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you sit at home
paint your nails pink
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all i got
john mayer running through my head
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Her feet swept the sand as the night pulled in around her
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I haven't written in a while it seems there is a point where it feels like there is too much to write about...and all you can do is sit an
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staring back at me
in my jeans
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i'm not sure what i'm supposed to do now
now that i've found my passion
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I wanted to see you at my door...
wanted to hear the doorbell ring
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we started out, slow, tired,
walking back, as the light bounced gently
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these days.
the music beats.
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if I had had
more courage
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This is dedicated to a little boy and his mom and dad, lots of love
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I borrow your shirts sometimes--
because they smell like you.
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It was the turn in the road that led her astray
Every time the music got louder--
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Feels so small--
a single drop of rain upon another's head
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"Staring at you taking off your makeup
Wondering why you even put it on
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all these love poems and happy memories
where can i find one
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ive got these moments
when im not sure what to do
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The window haunts you
the watcher follows you
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there is something indefinitely magical about the night
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yesterday a man's life was decided for him
no choices
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We sat there together, her and I
the wind knocking our breath away
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A stranger walked into my room and took a look around
A sting a criticism a label another name
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i walked into a thunderstorm
And fell down on my knees
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The slippery feel
of the paper
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