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Waking, sitting up right
Can't explain the sunlight
Wondering why you're not home
The lighter beside you, left
Before you tried to work out all the unknowns
Blame it all on me when I forget to defend
Everything that we worked out
Something in her wording
I cannot help searching for what memory found
Thought it stopped just as its start
But that is not what you are
You're a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold
Meet me in the hallway
Bite your lip when I say: "Never have you left my mind"
Stop and think it over, smiling, moving closer
Oh, what a delicate time
Blame it all on me when I forget to defend
Everything that we put down
Something in her wording
I guess she was just searching for some knowledge or sound
Thought it stopped just as its start
But that is not what you are
You're a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold
sbegf (Manchester, Maryland) | Posted: Jul 12, 2011 - 09:30 Something about the cadence of that song is really annoying...
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sirdroseph (Yes) | Posted: May 20, 2011 - 05:37 Yea, I like the BBC and this is one of their better tunes! 8
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Foot
| Posted: Apr 18, 2011 - 16:23 Wow, that's pretty bad. I'm channeling Tiny Tim, and not in a good way.
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Jamunca (Asheville, NC) | Posted: Apr 18, 2011 - 16:22 scrubbrush wrote:Black Rebel Motorcycle Club oughta challange these guys to a Westside Story / "Beat It" video type signing and dancing 'rumble'
Love it.
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scrubbrush (Sea of Calm) | Posted: Apr 08, 2011 - 12:01 Black Rebel Motorcycle Club oughta challange these guys to a Westside Story / "Beat It" video type signing and dancing 'rumble'
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DaveInVA (In a hovel in effluent Damnville, VA) | Posted: Apr 08, 2011 - 12:00 Not to bad so far...
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