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| Topic: Say something to someone, no need to name names please be ni - part 7 | |
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All I want for Christmas is a GPS... a GPS.. a GPS. All I want for Christmas is a GPS.. so I wont get lost driving around your state!   |
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 Stop sending me threatening emails. Im going to block you now. UnowhoUR     I would like it if it was you
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 cheer up
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All I want for Christmas is a GPS... a GPS.. a GPS. All I want for Christmas is a GPS.. so I wont get lost driving around your state! *gigglesnorting* But not while Im driving...
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All I want for Christmas is a GPS... a GPS.. a GPS. All I want for Christmas is a GPS.. so I wont get lost driving around your state! *gigglesnorting* But not while Im driving... |
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Stop sending me threatening emails. Im going to block you now. UnowhoUR I would like it if it was you  ... oh, maybe I better save it for e-mails!
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Stop sending me threatening emails. Im going to block you now. UnowhoUR I would like it if it was you ... oh, maybe I better save it for e-mails!  Wow
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 Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it. You know, I just... do things
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in the fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in the fields of gold We'll walk in the fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold |
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in the fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in the fields of gold We'll walk in the fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold  I like that song
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me too
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that does sound like a good one
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that does sound like a good one Don't you know it?! |
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not ringing a bell im sorry to say, watch ill have a duh moment
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not ringing a bell im sorry to say, watch ill have a duh moment 
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not ringing a bell im sorry to say, watch ill have a duh moment Fields of Gold by Sting http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UppX6vP3c4g |
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ah i like the flow of it, very mind wandering
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I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a '64 Impala I wish I had a brand-new car So far, I got this hatchback And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat And do you really wanna know what's really wack, What See I can't even get a date So, what do you think of that? I heard that prom night is the bomb night With a hood rat you can hold tight But really tho' on figuero When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday Well then I'm gonna have to get in my car and go You know I take the 110 to the 105 Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive Cause it's hard to survive Livin' in a concrete jungle and These girls just keep passin' me by She looks fly, she looks fly Makes me say my, my, my And put in the hospital, for talkin' that mess I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name Glad I came to my senses Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type |
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