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| Topic: Dear Diary...........OMG another Diary Part 120 + - part 8 | |
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Cameras make everyone look fattish, 2-dimensional like you're squished on a flat plate of glass Thats y I allways look fat in pics. Does that count for mirrors 2? Most mirrors suck, because they aren't the good old wide flat ones, like are on dressers. Those are the ones that really let you see yourself, and not the cheapo tall thin mirrors that make it look like you're squeezing through a slit. |
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I feel it all I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all The wings are wide the wings are wide Wild card inside wild card inside Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart I'll be the one to hold the gun I know more than I knew before I know more than I knew before I didn't rest I didn't stop Did we fight or did we talk Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart I'll be the one to hold the gun I love you more I love you more I don't know what I knew before But now I know I wanna win the war No one likes to take a test Sometimes you know more is less Put your weight against the door Kick drum on the basement floor Stranded in a fog of words Loved him like a winter bird On my head the water pours Gulf stream through the open door Fly away Fly away to what you want to make I feel it all, I feel it all I feel it all I feel it all The wings are wide, the wings are wide Wild card inside, wild card inside Oh I'll be the one to break my heart I'll be the one who'll break my heart I'll be the one who'll break my heart I'll end it thought you started it The truth lies The truth lied And lies divide Lies divide 
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Where do you come up with all of this, Ms. Gypsy? 
The poetry and lyrics; it's like you've got an archive! |
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Where do you come up with all of this, Ms. Gypsy?
The poetry and lyrics; it's like you've got an archive! 
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Where do you come up with all of this, Ms. Gypsy?
The poetry and lyrics; it's like you've got an archive!
Don't get me wrong, I dig it. I just notice you posting so much, you gotta be a real music lover. |
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I like this song.......no offence.........
Don't want to be an American idiot. Don't want a nation under the new mania And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind **** America. Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alien nation. Where everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue. Well maybe I'm the faggot America. I'm not a part of a redneck agenda. Now everybody do the propaganda. And sing along to the age of paranoia. Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alien nation. Where everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue. Don't want to be an American idiot. One nation controlled by the media. Information age of hysteria. It's calling out to idiot America. Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alien nation. Where everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue. 
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 Where do you come up with all of this, Ms. Gypsy?
The poetry and lyrics; it's like you've got an archive!
Don't get me wrong, I dig it. I just notice you posting so much, you gotta be a real music lover. |
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music...........dance............all of those things...........
relax me. |
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Try, try, try just a little bit harder
So I can love, love, love him, I tell myself Well, I’m gonna try yeah, just a little bit harder So I won’t lose, lose, lose him to nobody else. Hey! Well, I don’t care how long it’s gonna take you now, But if it’s a dream I don’t want No I don’t really want it If it’s a dream I don’t want nobody to wake me. Yeah, I’m gonna try yeah, just a little bit harder So I can give, give, give, give him every bit of my soul. Yeah, I’m gonna try yeah, just a little bit harder So I can show, show, show him love with no control. Hey! I’ve waited so long for someone so fine I ain’t gonna lose my chance, no I don’t wanna lose it, Ain’t gonna lose my chance to make you mine, all mine. All right, get it! Yeah! Try yeah, try yeah, hey, hey, hey, try yeah, Oh try whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Oh anybody, oh anybody, oh anybody, Try oh yeah (just a little bit harder) Whoa I gotta try some more, I said try yeah, aw I said try, I said try try try try try try, Oh try oh yeah, try oh yeah! Hey hey, I gotta talk to my man now, You know I, I gotta feel for my man now, I said I, I gotta work for my man now, You know I, I gotta hurt for my man now, I think-a every day for my man now, You know it, every way for my man now. I say try, try yeah, oh try yeah, Hey hey hey, try yeah-hey, oh, try...
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I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself what a wonderful world. The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do They're really saying I love you. I hear babies crying, I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll never know And I think to myself what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
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 Howdy
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hey jimmy!!!
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Gypsy hun you having a good night?
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Gypsy hun you having a good night?
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I think I killed off the americans with greenday!!!
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I think I killed off the americans with greenday!!!
Hopefully it would take more than that, lol. |
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Gypsy hun you having a good night?
Doing good been playing around with my new key board
Nothing like making some noise 
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I HAVE MORE RAM!!!!
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Woman I can hardly express, My mixed emotion at my thoughtlessness, After all I'm forever in your debt, And woman I will try express, My inner feelings and thankfullness, For showing me the meaning of succsess, oooh well, well, oooh well, well, Woman I know you understand The little child inside the man, Please remember my life is in your hands, And woman hold me close to your heart, However, distant don't keep us apart, After all it is written in the stars, oooh well, well, oooh well, well, Woman please let me explain, I never mean(t) to cause you sorrow or pain, So let me tell you again and again and again, I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever, I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever, I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever, I love you (yeah, yeah)...
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