<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312</id><updated>2011-12-05T11:31:19.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::.*|uRviN yOu*.::.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-4276731584412186281</id><published>2007-05-26T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:57:50.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Track Title: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Album Title: The Complete Country &amp;amp; Western Recordings, Disc One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Artist: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ray Charles&lt;/span&gt; (Robinson)&lt;br /&gt;Originally made famous by: Don Gibson&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Sid Feller&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Don Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Album: Modern Sounds In Country And Western Music, 1962 (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(I can't stop loving you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;To live in memory of the lonesome times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(I can't stop wanting you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's useless to say&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Dreams of yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those happy hours that we once knew&lt;br /&gt;Tho' long ago, they still make me blue&lt;br /&gt;They say that time heals a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But time has stood still since we've been apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(I can't stop loving you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;To live in memories of the lonesome times&lt;br /&gt;(I can't stop wanting you)&lt;br /&gt;It's useless to say&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Those happy hours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those happy hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(That we once knew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That we once knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Tho' long ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho' long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Still make me blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still ma-a-a-ake me blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(They say that time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Heals a broken heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heals a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(But time has stood still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Since we've been apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've been apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(I can't stop loving you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;To live in memory of the lonesome times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(I can't stop wanting you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's useless to say&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just live my life of dreams of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Of yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-4276731584412186281?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4276731584412186281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=4276731584412186281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/4276731584412186281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/4276731584412186281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/track-title-i-cant-stop-loving-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-9092321511547337963</id><published>2007-05-26T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:44:54.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You'll Think of Me&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Darrell Brown/Ty Lacy/Dennis Matkosky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning around 4am&lt;br /&gt;With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin' my best to get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out driving trying to clear my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this&lt;br /&gt;And all the baggage that seems to still exist&lt;br /&gt;It seems the only blessing I have left to my name&lt;br /&gt;Is not knowing what we could have been&lt;br /&gt;What we should have been&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna run across your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;While you're sleeping with your pride&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;And on with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and all your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we got nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh someday baby, someday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-9092321511547337963?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-7855531971579037254</id><published>2007-05-26T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:36:13.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;USED TO THE PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I wrote this song for you&lt;br /&gt;I think I know just what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;Did you believe you'd never change&lt;br /&gt;Nothin ever stays the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I know it's hard holdin on&lt;br /&gt;Even harder trying to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so you're frozen like a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take&lt;br /&gt;I get a little less afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of giving in to love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let it out&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;It gets better every day&lt;br /&gt;Once you get used to the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you hide inside I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There's a scar that's always gonna be&lt;br /&gt;There's a past in everyone&lt;br /&gt;You can't undo&lt;br /&gt;You can't outrun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Every step I take&lt;br /&gt;I get a little less afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of giving in to love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let it out&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;It gets better every day&lt;br /&gt;Once you get used to the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take&lt;br /&gt;I get a little less afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of giving in to love, love&lt;br /&gt;Let it out&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;It gets better every day&lt;br /&gt;Once you get used to the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get used to the pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-7855531971579037254?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7855531971579037254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=7855531971579037254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/7855531971579037254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/7855531971579037254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/used-to-pain-keith-urban-and-so-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-7867423479364220351</id><published>2007-04-29T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:47:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reminds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I see you, beside me&lt;br /&gt;It's only a dream&lt;br /&gt;A Vision of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;The laughter, the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in time&lt;br /&gt;Fading to memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;pre-chorus:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How could I ever let you go?&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to let you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I try to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;But each place I hide&lt;br /&gt;only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When i turn out all the lights&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I needed my freedom&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I thought&lt;br /&gt;But I was a fool to believe&lt;br /&gt;My heart lied when you cried&lt;br /&gt;Rivers of tears&lt;br /&gt;But I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;pre-chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everything we’ve been through before&lt;br /&gt;Now it means so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Only you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh can’t you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How could I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to late to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..only reminds me of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-7867423479364220351?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7867423479364220351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=7867423479364220351' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One day you'll see through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But then i won't even be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll be happy somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Even if i can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You dont really see my worth&lt;br /&gt;You think your the last guy on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well i've got news for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know i'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;But it won't take long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Won't take long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Coz someday, someone's gonna love me&lt;br /&gt;The way, i want you to need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someday, someone's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;One day i'll forget about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You'll see, i won't even miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Someday, someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;I'm down,and i'm not down anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But one day these tears&lt;br /&gt;They will all run dry&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz someday, someone's gonna love me&lt;br /&gt;The way, i want you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;One day i'll forget about you&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, i won't even miss you&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-2141203939004370429?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2141203939004370429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=2141203939004370429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/2141203939004370429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/2141203939004370429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/someday.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-2379579616427225920</id><published>2007-04-21T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:35:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rihanna - Hate That I Love You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stand ya&lt;br /&gt;Must everything you do make me wanna smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I not like it for awhile&lt;br /&gt;No.. but you won’t let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You upset me&lt;/span&gt; girl, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I forget that I was upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can’t remember what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;So that I can’t stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;For too long, that’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Girl, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You know exactly how to touch&lt;br /&gt;So that I don’t wanna fuss and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;So I despise that I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can’t stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I just can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;The only one that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sad and it’s not fair how you take advantage of the fact &lt;/span&gt;that I&lt;br /&gt;Love you beyond the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And it just ain’t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One of these days maybe your magic won’t affect me&lt;br /&gt;And your kiss won’t make me weak&lt;br /&gt;But no one in this world knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So you’ll probably always have a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;How much I need you&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so--&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so.. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celine Dion - I Hate You Then I Love You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd like to run away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But if I were to leave you I would die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd like to break the chains you put around me&lt;br /&gt;And yet I'll never try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But then I know my life would be so empty&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you were gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to live with you&lt;br /&gt;But I could never live without you&lt;br /&gt;For whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;Want to be in love with anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me sad&lt;br /&gt;You make me strong&lt;br /&gt;You make me mad&lt;br /&gt;You make me long for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You make me long for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You make me live&lt;br /&gt;You make me die&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;You make me cry for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You make me cry for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Then I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I love you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Then I love you more&lt;br /&gt;For whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;Want to be in love with anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You treat me wrong&lt;br /&gt;You treat me right&lt;br /&gt;You let me be&lt;br /&gt;You make me fight with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I could never live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me high&lt;br /&gt;You bring me down&lt;br /&gt;You set me free&lt;br /&gt;You hold me bound to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Then I love you&lt;br /&gt;Then I love you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Then I love you more&lt;br /&gt;I love you more&lt;br /&gt;For whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;For whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;Want to be in love with anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;I never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;I never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;Want to be in love with anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-3003420254631641859</id><published>2007-04-21T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:18:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HATE TIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing tired,&lt;br /&gt;Of allowing you to steal,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have, you're making me feel,&lt;br /&gt;Like I was born to service you,&lt;br /&gt;But I am growing by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left us far behind,&lt;br /&gt;So we all discard our souls.&lt;br /&gt;And blaze through your skies,&lt;br /&gt;So unafraid to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I was born to destroy you,&lt;br /&gt;And I am growing by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting strong in every way, yeah. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You led me on, you led me on, you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh, and I'm getting strong in every way,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-3003420254631641859?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3003420254631641859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=3003420254631641859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/3003420254631641859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/3003420254631641859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/hate-tis-ill-love-you-muse-i-am-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-7384107714456051488</id><published>2007-02-07T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:39:35.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes we just need to be reminded! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-known speaker started off his seminar by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who would like this $20 bill?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands started going up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, let me do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked, "Who still wants it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the hands were up in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he dropped it on the ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, who still wants it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the hands went into the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it did not decrease in value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still worth $20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the decisions we make and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the circumstances that come our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel as though we are worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what has happened or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happen, you will never lose your value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are special- Don't EVER forget it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, not your problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-7384107714456051488?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7384107714456051488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=7384107714456051488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/7384107714456051488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/7384107714456051488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-we-just-need-to-be-reminded.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-116352054200177868</id><published>2006-11-15T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:09:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins - Wo Jue Ding Zuo Le</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.karazen.net/lyrics/2006/Twins_Ho_Hoo_Tan_Canto_Album_2006/Twins_Ho_Hoo_Tan_Canto_Album_2006_Track_04_A.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-116352054200177868?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116352054200177868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=116352054200177868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/116352054200177868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/116352054200177868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/twins-wo-jue-ding-zuo-le.html' title='Twins - Wo Jue Ding Zuo Le'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-116352031165339979</id><published>2006-11-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:05:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wo hen xiang ai ta - Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.karazen.net/lyrics/2006/Twins_Around_The_World_Mandarin_Album_2006/Twins_Around_The_World_Mandarin_Album_2006_Track_03_A.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-116352031165339979?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116352031165339979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=116352031165339979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/116352031165339979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/116352031165339979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/wo-hen-xiang-ai-ta-twins.html' title='wo hen xiang ai ta - Twins'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-115643251670997799</id><published>2006-08-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:15:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i smsed u to ask u why wld u call me sweetheart on my birthday... was it becoz of fun or becoz u call all ur female frens so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so u replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no la...only u tat i call tis way... because u are so special to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i dun quite get u wat do u mean by special... wat abt ur gf?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dun think too much la... is juz a casual name only... of coz u special to me... a very special fren to me... really..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat kind of ans was tat... u mean u juz call sweetheart casually... funnily i dun understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "thanks appreciated... dun jus call me "name" fren... good nite... tc :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: "sorry gal if i mix u up... good nite and tk care too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kevin: i duno wat the hell u want and why u do stuffs i think its better not to be done... get out of my life will u... i hate the way u do things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-115643251670997799?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115643251670997799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=115643251670997799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/115643251670997799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/115643251670997799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-smsed-u-to-ask-u-why-wld-u-call-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-115522259764663481</id><published>2006-08-10T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:09:57.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped&lt;br /&gt;in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out&lt;br /&gt;of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump&lt;br /&gt;and shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I&lt;br /&gt;went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were&lt;br /&gt;steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a&lt;br /&gt;civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at&lt;br /&gt;the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more&lt;br /&gt;likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from&lt;br /&gt;behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was&lt;br /&gt;the apartment I bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her&lt;br /&gt;words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife&lt;br /&gt;said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my&lt;br /&gt;wife.. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.?&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the&lt;br /&gt;idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be&lt;br /&gt;something impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter&lt;br /&gt;how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing&lt;br /&gt;dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then&lt;br /&gt;we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer,&lt;br /&gt;visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what&lt;br /&gt;will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the&lt;br /&gt;staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She&lt;br /&gt;gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live&lt;br /&gt;together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to&lt;br /&gt;tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt&lt;br /&gt;in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to&lt;br /&gt;let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious&lt;br /&gt;topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,&lt;br /&gt;why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her&lt;br /&gt;angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a&lt;br /&gt;man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she&lt;br /&gt;wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly&lt;br /&gt;give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated&lt;br /&gt;that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She&lt;br /&gt;glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger&lt;br /&gt;one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to&lt;br /&gt;see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce&lt;br /&gt;which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw&lt;br /&gt;her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I&lt;br /&gt;found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me,&lt;br /&gt;but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in&lt;br /&gt;the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason&lt;br /&gt;was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and&lt;br /&gt;she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do&lt;br /&gt;you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This&lt;br /&gt;question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I&lt;br /&gt;nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued,&lt;br /&gt;so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the&lt;br /&gt;day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me&lt;br /&gt;out from the bedroom to the door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to&lt;br /&gt;end her marriage romantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and&lt;br /&gt;thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face&lt;br /&gt;the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made&lt;br /&gt;me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was&lt;br /&gt;explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I&lt;br /&gt;carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son&lt;br /&gt;clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought&lt;br /&gt;me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the&lt;br /&gt;door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded,&lt;br /&gt;feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait&lt;br /&gt;for a bus, I drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my&lt;br /&gt;chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I&lt;br /&gt;realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long&lt;br /&gt;time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being&lt;br /&gt;demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were&lt;br /&gt;still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The&lt;br /&gt;visualization of Dew became vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,&lt;br /&gt;where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew&lt;br /&gt;about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me&lt;br /&gt;stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was&lt;br /&gt;picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a&lt;br /&gt;few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses&lt;br /&gt;have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because&lt;br /&gt;she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was&lt;br /&gt;stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I&lt;br /&gt;felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her&lt;br /&gt;head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said.&lt;br /&gt;To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential&lt;br /&gt;part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him&lt;br /&gt;tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at&lt;br /&gt;the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through&lt;br /&gt;the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and&lt;br /&gt;naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding&lt;br /&gt;day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step.&lt;br /&gt;Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in&lt;br /&gt;your arms until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life&lt;br /&gt;lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened&lt;br /&gt;the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no&lt;br /&gt;fever.. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can&lt;br /&gt;only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring&lt;br /&gt;probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because&lt;br /&gt;we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried&lt;br /&gt;her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her&lt;br /&gt;until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed&lt;br /&gt;the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the&lt;br /&gt;office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife&lt;br /&gt;which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Does such things happen in real life...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-115522259764663481?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115522259764663481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=115522259764663481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/115522259764663481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/115522259764663481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-you-divorce-me-carry-me-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-113387455647858875</id><published>2005-12-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:09:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" normally people wanted 2 be d 1st 1 hu greet her love on her bday but 4 me i wnt 2 be d last person hu wish dat i wil be d last one in ur lyf and spend w/ u all ur comin bday years 4 d rest of my lyf. happy birthday hunn! luv u ever...:* "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thx hunn fer ur msg, its a special one ;) much lurve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget tis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-113387455647858875?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113387455647858875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=113387455647858875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/113387455647858875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/113387455647858875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/normally-people-wanted-2-be-d-1st-1-hu.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-113153489599872580</id><published>2005-11-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:14:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Azn Dreams Lyrics BABYGIRL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There are time when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the love that we share&lt;br /&gt;I see the Joy inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But i didnt see the feelings you hide&lt;br /&gt;And Now your saying good bye&lt;br /&gt;Because your love is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And All i can think about is you&lt;br /&gt;The way you say You love me to&lt;br /&gt;And everytime i close my eyes I see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My love can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;If you can never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby girl&lt;br /&gt;why dont you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, you know i still care for you&lt;br /&gt;You know i will love you forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;There are times when i kiss you goodinght&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love that we share&lt;br /&gt;I feel the joy inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But i didnt feel what you tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;and now your saying good bye&lt;br /&gt;because you feeling is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And all i can think about is you&lt;br /&gt;the way you say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i close my eyes i see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My love can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;If you can never be replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( chorus 4x )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All i can think about is you&lt;br /&gt;Till you say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;all i see is your face&lt;br /&gt;My love can never be earased&lt;br /&gt;if you can never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus 4x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-113153489599872580?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-113042282015769229</id><published>2005-10-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:23:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Innosense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You Didnt Have to Hurt Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OooOoooohh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I only wanted what was best for you&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to be there&lt;br /&gt;with the love you need&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who always&lt;br /&gt;loved you true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so why do you have to lie&lt;br /&gt;why did I have to cry&lt;br /&gt;why did u say those things&lt;br /&gt;if you did not mean anything&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go and&lt;br /&gt;turn my world so cold&lt;br /&gt;And take away that heaven&lt;br /&gt;that I use to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You didn't have to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;hurt me&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to make me&lt;br /&gt;make me cry&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to break my&lt;br /&gt;break my&lt;br /&gt;Heart in a thousand pieces&lt;br /&gt;why oh why&lt;br /&gt;why oh why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Oh why x 5)&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I was the one who always&lt;br /&gt;stood by you&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who always&lt;br /&gt;gave so unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;There was not one thing that&lt;br /&gt;I would not do&lt;br /&gt;(how) how can you be&lt;br /&gt;so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How could I be a fool&lt;br /&gt;How could you take my trust&lt;br /&gt;and turn that trust right&lt;br /&gt;into dust&lt;br /&gt;How could you say you cared&lt;br /&gt;Then leave me standing there&lt;br /&gt;so cold and all alone&lt;br /&gt;You know its just not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why did you treat me&lt;br /&gt;so bad&lt;br /&gt;when i gave you all I had in&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;oh why did you take my love&lt;br /&gt;and throw my love away&lt;br /&gt;gave my world&lt;br /&gt;gave my soul&lt;br /&gt;gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Didn't have to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;why oh why oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You didn't have to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;hurt me&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to make me&lt;br /&gt;make me cry&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to break my&lt;br /&gt;break my&lt;br /&gt;Heart in a thousand pieces&lt;br /&gt;why oh why&lt;br /&gt;why oh why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Oh why x 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-113042282015769229?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113042282015769229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=113042282015769229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/113042282015769229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/113042282015769229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/by-innosense-you-didnt-have-to-hurt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-112093015566033267</id><published>2005-07-10T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:29:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wicked Ways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Blackmore/Glover/Turner/Lord/Paice) 6.35 &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're so hot, you're so cool &lt;br /&gt;I can see that you're nobody's fool &lt;br /&gt;Now tell me am I coming through &lt;br /&gt;It's too late, I can't wait &lt;br /&gt;Believe it's gonna be a big mistake &lt;br /&gt;But I'm tempted to believe in you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run and I don't want to fight &lt;br /&gt;I just want to be the one you love tonight &lt;br /&gt;Unclose my eyes, let it be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the band of angels from the great divide &lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to heaven so take me for a ride &lt;br /&gt;Fruit on the tree is shaking, my mind is in a daze &lt;br /&gt;I just want a taste of your love &lt;br /&gt;And learn your wicked ways &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so bad, it feels good &lt;br /&gt;There's so much I never understood &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mama take a look at me now &lt;br /&gt;I'm hung up, strung out &lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is scream and shout your name &lt;br /&gt;Addicted to you somehow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric in your touch there's magic in your kiss &lt;br /&gt;You know I never knew that love could feel like this &lt;br /&gt;Unclose my eyes, set me free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the band of angels from the great divide &lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to heaven so take me for a ride &lt;br /&gt;Fruit on the tree is shaking, my mind is in a daze &lt;br /&gt;I just want a taste of your love &lt;br /&gt;And learn your wicked ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-112093015566033267?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112093015566033267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=112093015566033267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/112093015566033267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/112093015566033267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/07/wicked-ways-blackmoregloverturnerlordp.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-112093007113576817</id><published>2005-07-10T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:27:51.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Truth Hurts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my will is broken&lt;br /&gt;You've got my heart on hold&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in pieces, so cold&lt;br /&gt;It gets so hard to handle&lt;br /&gt;All the things you need to say&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I heard it all before anyway&lt;br /&gt;Is love such a blessing or a curse&lt;br /&gt;Either way&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there'll be no more running&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got you face to face&lt;br /&gt;I want to know who you've been loving in my place&lt;br /&gt;You say I had it coming&lt;br /&gt;Try to hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;Love gave me wings and left me paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left alive&lt;br /&gt;As we watch the spirits die&lt;br /&gt;The world keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps learning&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where the guilty sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe I've got my pride&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I will survive&lt;br /&gt;The world keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps learning&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where the lonely sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fallen angel&lt;br /&gt;How far I just can't tell&lt;br /&gt;Living without love is a living hell&lt;br /&gt;Why is love such a blessing or a curse&lt;br /&gt;Baby either way&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe I've got my pride&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I will survive&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps learning&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which is worse&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I know&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-112093007113576817?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112093007113576817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=112093007113576817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/112093007113576817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/112093007113576817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/07/truth-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-112092989054821829</id><published>2005-07-10T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:24:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;King Of Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Blackmore/Glover/Turner) 5.30&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you like my song&lt;br /&gt;As long as you can hear me sing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm the thorn in every little girl's rose&lt;br /&gt;You know I cut but never bleed&lt;br /&gt;A shadow in the night, pure delight&lt;br /&gt;I can satisfy your every need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real smooth dancer, I'm fantasy man&lt;br /&gt;Master of illusion, magic touch in my hand&lt;br /&gt;All the stages are empty when I steal the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A beggar of love, second hand hero...King of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a difference what you got&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you lose&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a difference if you like it or not&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm gonna change your attitude&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all around me there is mystery and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Now can't you see it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll crack the sky, make you feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see through my disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real smooth dancer, I'm fantasy man&lt;br /&gt;Master of illusion, with my sleight of hand&lt;br /&gt;All the stages are empty when I steal the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A beggar for love, second hand hero... King of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around, all around&lt;br /&gt;Emotional squeeze through again and again&lt;br /&gt;I know how to please you, your mind is on the bend&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel the power, surrender in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the witching hour we're travelling on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real smooth dancer, I'm fantasy man&lt;br /&gt;Master of illusion, magic touch in my hand&lt;br /&gt;The stages are empty when I steal the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A beggar of love, second hand hero... King of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real smooth dancer, fantasy man&lt;br /&gt;Master of illusion, sleight of hand&lt;br /&gt;The stages are empty when I steal the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A beggar for love... King of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-112092989054821829?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112092989054821829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=112092989054821829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/112092989054821829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/112092989054821829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/07/king-of-dreams-blackmoregloverturner-5.html' title=''/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-111199428480492945</id><published>2005-03-28T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:18:04.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babyface-Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Babyface-Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm sitting here thinkin' about&lt;br /&gt;How I'm gonna do without&lt;br /&gt;You around in my life&lt;br /&gt;And how am I gon' get by&lt;br /&gt;Ain?t got no days, just lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;If you want the truth, well girl I'm not alright&lt;br /&gt;Feel out of place, and out of time&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how you feel (I'm lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Are you for real (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Do you still think of me (I think of you)&lt;br /&gt;Baby still (you only)&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream of me at night&lt;br /&gt;(It's like I dream you all the time) so lonely&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me tell you how it feels&lt;br /&gt;(It's like everday I die)&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was dreamin? but it's real&lt;br /&gt;(When I open up my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me tell you how it feels&lt;br /&gt;(And don't see your pretty face)&lt;br /&gt;I think that I will never love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss your face, I miss your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I even miss the arguments&lt;br /&gt;That we would have from time to time&lt;br /&gt;I miss you standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying here, it's clear to see&lt;br /&gt;If there ain't no you, God knows there aint no me&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live, I wanna die&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how you feel (I'm lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Are you for real (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Do you still think of me (I think of you)&lt;br /&gt;Baby still (you only)&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream of me at night&lt;br /&gt;(It's like I dream you all the time) so lonely&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me tell you how it feels&lt;br /&gt;(It's like everday I die)&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was dreamin? but it's real&lt;br /&gt;(When I open up my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me tell you how it feels&lt;br /&gt;(And don't see your pretty face)&lt;br /&gt;I think that I will never love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-111199428480492945?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111199428480492945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=111199428480492945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/111199428480492945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/111199428480492945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/03/babyface-loneliness.html' title='Babyface-Loneliness'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-110810018055734743</id><published>2005-02-11T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:36:20.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staind- Change</title><content type='html'>If ever you had said to me before&lt;br /&gt;That I would live this life that I am&lt;br /&gt;Living now I guess it’s all so strange&lt;br /&gt;To feel the way I do inside but&lt;br /&gt;Have so much that I could feel some&lt;br /&gt;Pride for in my life so why is it that&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel? I’ve been here before,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve felt this&lt;br /&gt;Retreat to a place, a place within me&lt;br /&gt;I need this. keep it all down, bottled inside&lt;br /&gt;It breaks me to torment again and&lt;br /&gt;Torture me like it used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and try to break away from all the hate&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling for everyone of you that’s ever&lt;br /&gt;Done me wrong. I need to justify the reasons&lt;br /&gt;For the way I’m living. I guess I can’t cause&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel like I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the waves they have subsided&lt;br /&gt;And my soul is bleeding I can’t take away&lt;br /&gt;The shame I feel, forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE... by staind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-110810018055734743?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110810018055734743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=110810018055734743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110810018055734743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110810018055734743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/02/staind-change.html' title='staind- Change'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-110809993790166749</id><published>2005-02-11T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:32:17.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beatles- i'm a loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not what I appear to be&lt;br /&gt;Of all the love I have won or have lost&lt;br /&gt;there is one love I should never have crossed&lt;br /&gt;She was a girl in a million, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I should have known she would win in the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;And I lost someone who's near to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not what I appear to be&lt;br /&gt;Although I laugh and I act like a clown&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown&lt;br /&gt;My tears are falling like rain from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Is it for her or myself that I cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;And I lost someone who's near to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not what I appear to be&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve such a fate&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have left it too late&lt;br /&gt;And so it's true, pride comes before a fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you so that you won't lose all&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;And I lost someone who's near to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not what I appear to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ryn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-110809993790166749?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110809993790166749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=110809993790166749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110809993790166749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110809993790166749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/02/beatles-im-loser.html' title='beatles- i&apos;m a loser'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-110809982868412506</id><published>2005-02-11T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:30:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loser...</title><content type='html'>Breathe in right away, nothing seems&lt;br /&gt;To fill this place&lt;br /&gt;I need this every time, take your&lt;br /&gt;Lies get off my case&lt;br /&gt;Some day I will find, a love that flows&lt;br /&gt;Through me like this&lt;br /&gt;This will fall away, this will fall away &lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer, to pushing me&lt;br /&gt;Off of life's little edge&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a loser and sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer, you're holding the &lt;br /&gt;Rope and I'm taking the fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a loser, I'm a loser, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting cold, I can't break these&lt;br /&gt;Chains that I hold&lt;br /&gt;My body's growing cold, there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;Left of this mind or my sould&lt;br /&gt;Addiction needs a pacifier, the buzz of &lt;br /&gt;This poison is taking me higher&lt;br /&gt;This will fall away, this will fall away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer, to pushing me&lt;br /&gt;Off of life's little edge&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a loser and sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer, you're holding the &lt;br /&gt;Rope and I'm taking the fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a loser, I'm a loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer, to pushing me&lt;br /&gt;Off of life's little edge&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a loser and sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer, you're holding the &lt;br /&gt;Rope and I'm taking the fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer, to pushing me&lt;br /&gt;Off of life's little edge&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a loser and sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer, you're holding the &lt;br /&gt;Rope and I'm taking the fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Doors Down- LOSER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-110809982868412506?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110809982868412506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=110809982868412506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110809982868412506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110809982868412506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/02/loser.html' title='loser...'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-110733899458798996</id><published>2005-02-02T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:09:54.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delta Goodrem- Cheated</title><content type='html'>The light before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clears my thoughts away&lt;br /&gt;The brightness in your smile&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna put you through&lt;br /&gt;Could you do the impossible&lt;br /&gt;And just forgive then forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my chances&lt;br /&gt;Then it fell through my hands&lt;br /&gt;A day turned to a week&lt;br /&gt;And hit me, I was untrue&lt;br /&gt;I'd hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't know it&lt;br /&gt;Not just yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so happy&lt;br /&gt;To me, You seem thoughtless&lt;br /&gt;The confusion soon to pull through&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe when I tell you&lt;br /&gt;How you'll break down, Possibly me too&lt;br /&gt;I would hate you to do the impossible&lt;br /&gt;And forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my chances&lt;br /&gt;Then it feel out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;A week turned to a month&lt;br /&gt;And it hurt I was untrue&lt;br /&gt;I'd hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the question is&lt;br /&gt;If you ever know&lt;br /&gt;If I could drop it here and now&lt;br /&gt;And break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Save you the tears and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my chances&lt;br /&gt;It's back in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I put those days behind&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget I was untrue&lt;br /&gt;I'd hurt us&lt;br /&gt;But you're never to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my chances&lt;br /&gt;It's back in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I put those days behind&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget I was untrue&lt;br /&gt;I'd hurt us&lt;br /&gt;But you're never to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let the tables turn&lt;br /&gt;Won't let anyone or anything stop me from moving on&lt;br /&gt;Let the troubles fall behind me &lt;br /&gt;For always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're never to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-110733899458798996?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110733899458798996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=110733899458798996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110733899458798996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110733899458798996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/02/delta-goodrem-cheated.html' title='Delta Goodrem- Cheated'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-110733882752611554</id><published>2005-02-02T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:07:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate it by Take That</title><content type='html'>Hate it but I love her&lt;br /&gt;Hate it but I want her&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I need her&lt;br /&gt;Our love, our love was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time I feel it&lt;br /&gt;Here in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Still wide awake and feeling cheated&lt;br /&gt;From a girl I thought was treating me right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it but I love her&lt;br /&gt;Hate it but I want her&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I need her&lt;br /&gt;Our love, our love was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get away from the feelings I had&lt;br /&gt;Be real you won’t be seeing her again&lt;br /&gt;It’s complicated when you’re feeling so bad&lt;br /&gt;And your girl is still walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it but I love her&lt;br /&gt;Hate it but I want her&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I need her&lt;br /&gt;Our love, our love was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE IT- by Take That&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-110546116024422325</id><published>2005-01-12T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:32:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hav try to put...</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&gt;Siempre Confia En Ti&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever trust in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-110546116024422325?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110546116024422325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=110546116024422325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110546116024422325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110546116024422325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hav-try-to-put.html' title='i hav try to put...'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-110440626738352674</id><published>2004-12-30T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T19:35:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardigens-Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>Cardigans / Sick &amp; Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words: Sveningsson&lt;br /&gt;Music: Svensson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sick, tired and homeless&lt;br /&gt;with no one here to sing for&lt;br /&gt;tired of being weightless&lt;br /&gt;for all these looking good boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can always say my attic has its charm&lt;br /&gt;you can always say you did no major harm&lt;br /&gt;you can always say that summer had its charm&lt;br /&gt;and that you did no major harm&lt;br /&gt;oh, spare me if you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick, tired an sleepless&lt;br /&gt;with no one else to shine for&lt;br /&gt;sick of all my distress&lt;br /&gt;but I won't show I'm still poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can always say my attic has its charm&lt;br /&gt;you can always say you did no major harm&lt;br /&gt;you can always say that summer had its charm&lt;br /&gt;and that you did no major harm&lt;br /&gt;oh, spare me if you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;symptoms are so deep&lt;br /&gt;something here's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;nothing is complete&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to belong&lt;br /&gt;symptoms are so deep&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better stay&lt;br /&gt;here on my own&lt;br /&gt;so spare me if you please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-110440626738352674?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110440626738352674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=110440626738352674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110440626738352674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/110440626738352674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/12/cardigens-sick-and-tired.html' title='Cardigens-Sick and Tired'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-110164933565832074</id><published>2004-11-28T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:42:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beatles: yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yesterday... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yesterday...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesterday...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks as though they’re here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a shadow hanging over me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday came suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I don’t know she woldn’t say.&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm mm mm mm mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;by The Beatles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-110164933565832074?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109825165307804788</id><published>2004-10-20T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T13:54:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WElcome to My liFe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Artist : Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title : Welcome To My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album : Still Not Getting Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre : Modern Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;When no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;When no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No one ever lies straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;What it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;When no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;When no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109825165307804788?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109825165307804788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109825165307804788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109825165307804788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109825165307804788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/10/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='WElcome to My liFe'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109708450001693509</id><published>2004-10-07T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:41:40.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay the same!</title><content type='html'>JOEY MCINTIRE, Stay The Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Don't you ever wish&lt;br /&gt;You were someone else&lt;br /&gt;You were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;The way you are exactly&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say&lt;br /&gt;You don't like the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're better off by far&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you always stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's nothing 'bout you I would change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think that you could be&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;If you could realize&lt;br /&gt;All the dreams you have inside&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;If you've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;Just open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;And let it show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Reach down inside&lt;br /&gt;The love you find will set you free&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;You will come alive&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in what you do&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109708450001693509?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109708450001693509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109708450001693509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109708450001693509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109708450001693509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/10/stay-same.html' title='Stay the same!'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109708410652066792</id><published>2004-10-07T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:35:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenn Medieros-nth gonna change my love for u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If I had to live my life without you near me&lt;br /&gt;the days would all be empty&lt;br /&gt;the nights would seem so long&lt;br /&gt;with you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be in love before&lt;br /&gt;but it never felt this strong&lt;br /&gt;our dreams are young and we both know&lt;br /&gt;they'll take us where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;hold me now touch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;you ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;one thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;you ought to know by know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;the world may change my whole life too&lt;br /&gt;but nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy&lt;br /&gt;our love will lead the way for us&lt;br /&gt;like the guiding star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;so come with me and share the view&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;br /&gt;hold me now touch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;you ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;one thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;you ought to know by know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;the world may change my whole life too&lt;br /&gt;but nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Glenn Medieros-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109708410652066792?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109708410652066792/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109699931976071986</id><published>2004-10-06T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T02:01:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoutin in a bucket blue..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I get too drunk,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so goddamned low&lt;br /&gt;I have no place to go, no one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;I think about your loving arms, where I'd like to be&lt;br /&gt;But it's selfish as can be, and I know it&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm sorry for myself, I'm sorry for you too&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm the same as you, and I'm burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sing for everyone who feels there's no way out&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if you all shout someone will hear you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to them shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say that I love you, 'cause that would be a lie&lt;br /&gt;I can only say I try, and you know it&lt;br /&gt;Love is something more or less than words can hope to say&lt;br /&gt;It's something day to day in the life we're living&lt;br /&gt;Lovers come and lovers go but friends are hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can count all mine on one finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sing for everyone who feels there's no way out&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if you all shout someone will hear you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to them shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance that's between us, it just never seems to change&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole mountain range of misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sing for everyone who feels there's no way out&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if you all shout someone will hear you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to them shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Kevin Ayers-shoutin in a bucket blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109699907793807632</id><published>2004-10-06T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T01:57:57.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didnt feel lonely til i thought of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to: K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Woke up this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Sniffed a few flowers then I went back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My head was cloudy but the sky was blue&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel lonely till I thought of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening I knocked on your door&lt;br /&gt;Asked how you're feel ing&lt;br /&gt;You said you weren't sure&lt;br /&gt;Took off your costume and you lay on the bed&lt;br /&gt;And I came down beside you with the moon in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I whispered nothing sweetly in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the music that you like to hear&lt;br /&gt;I held you tightly but you slipped right through&lt;br /&gt;And I was left holding someone but I didnt know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maybe I'm crazy and I'm lost in a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brothers and sisters you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;You leave things open and get lost in the space&lt;br /&gt;And you &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;have to keep running to keep out of this race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kevin Ayers- din feel lonely til i tot of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109699881073060765</id><published>2004-10-06T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T01:53:30.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Ayers</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm feeling old today&lt;br /&gt;I can't get in the mood to play, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;And things have got to change, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's no point and there's no use&lt;br /&gt;In that tired old excuse&lt;br /&gt;Of blaming it all on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't rely on anyone,&lt;br /&gt;To show me how to have my fun, but me&lt;br /&gt;And now I see&lt;br /&gt;Clearer than before - and more&lt;br /&gt;That it's a fool who lives too small&lt;br /&gt;Beats his head against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, blaming it all on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the world outside&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes have to run and hide away&lt;br /&gt;When I should stay,&lt;br /&gt;And join in with the dance, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's a crime and a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the time I waste&lt;br /&gt;Blaming it all on love, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Blaming it all on love, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Blaming it all on love, love love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kevin Ayers- Blaming it all on love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109699881073060765?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109699881073060765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109699881073060765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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held my hand and walked me home I know&lt;br /&gt;While you gave me that kiss it was something like this it made me go ooh ohh&lt;br /&gt;You wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears, why did you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;Guess it wasn't enough to take up some of my love&lt;br /&gt;Guys are so hard to trust&lt;br /&gt;Did I not tell you that I'm not like that girl?&lt;br /&gt;The one who gives it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that it was somethin I was gonna do and cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Dont try to tell me what to say,&lt;br /&gt;Your better off that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't think that your charm and the fact that your arm is now around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Will get you in my pants... I'll have to kick your ass and make you never forget&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ask you to stop, thought I liked you a lot, but I'm really upset&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head get off of my bed yeah thats what I said&lt;br /&gt;Did I not tell you that I'm not like that girl, the one who, throws it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that it was somethin I was gonna do and cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Dont try to tell me what to say,&lt;br /&gt;Your better off that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This guilt trip that you put me on won't, mess me up I've done no wrong&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts of you and me have gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that it was somethin I was gonna do and cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Dont try to tell me what to say,&lt;br /&gt;Your better off that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Better off that way&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109456879842380324?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109456879842380324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109456879842380324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109456879842380324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109456879842380324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/09/dont-tell-me-avril-lavigne.html' title='dont tell me- avril lavigne'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109280275052844272</id><published>2004-08-18T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T12:19:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandy- have u ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Have You Ever?" by Brandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have you ever found the one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all of your life&lt;br /&gt;You'd do just anything to look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta say to get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you into my world&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz baby I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109280275052844272?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109280275052844272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109280275052844272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109280275052844272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109280275052844272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/brandy-have-u-ever.html' title='Brandy- have u ever'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109266590982518828</id><published>2004-08-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:21:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single 4 rest of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isyss- Single For the Rest of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamin’ about you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, everything we had&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could get it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;‘Cause if it ain’t you, then I don’t want it&lt;br /&gt;And if it ain’t you, then it ain’t for me&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face whenever I’m sleepin’&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I realize I’m dreamin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I can’t have you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just be single for the rest of my life (My life)&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you can’t be replaced by nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go crazy if I can’t have you for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can’t have you (I’ll be)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just be single for the rest of my life (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided that nobody could compare to you (Nobody)&lt;br /&gt;There’s nobody that can make me feel the way you do (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There’ve been a few&lt;br /&gt;Who’ve tried to take your place&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on many dates&lt;br /&gt;Still it just ain’t the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not a letter for you, then I don’t read it&lt;br /&gt;If it’s not a gift sent from you, then I don’t need it&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been longin’ just to find somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;But nobody can just do it quite like you, if I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I can’t have you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just be single for the rest of my life (My life)&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you can’t be replaced by nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go crazy if I can’t have you for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I took your pictures off the wall&lt;br /&gt;That didn’t seem to help at all&lt;br /&gt;So I’ma put it out there, I’ma let you know&lt;br /&gt;If you need to rest your head, you can come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought that I could live without your love, you know I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I feel incomplete when I don’t have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;So I’ma put it out there, I’ma let you know (Let you know)&lt;br /&gt;If you need to rest your head, you can come back home&lt;br /&gt;(Come back home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I can’t have you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just be single for the rest of my life (My life)&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you can’t be replaced by nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go crazy if I can’t have you for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nobody can make me feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, nobody&lt;br /&gt;Can make me feel the way you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-if u ever read tis, azr..-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109266590982518828?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109266590982518828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109266590982518828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109266590982518828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109266590982518828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/single-4-rest-of-my-life.html' title='single 4 rest of my life...'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109266514148267165</id><published>2004-08-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:11:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Life is so rite</title><content type='html'>Pandora&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Single Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Single Life,Single Life&lt;br /&gt;Single Life,Single Life&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;In my life when&lt;br /&gt;There was no place&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be,&lt;br /&gt;Than with you,&lt;br /&gt;I loved you desperately,&lt;br /&gt;On my mind all the time,&lt;br /&gt;I gave you every kind&lt;br /&gt;of love I could give,&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every tear that I cried&lt;br /&gt;It made me stronger&lt;br /&gt;(made me stronger)&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't want&lt;br /&gt;No-one by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a single life&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me joy,&lt;br /&gt;Single life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm living and now I've&lt;br /&gt;found I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm out on my own&lt;br /&gt;Single life feels so right&lt;br /&gt;(Single life feels so right)&lt;br /&gt;At no time in my life&lt;br /&gt;had I loved the way&lt;br /&gt;that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And you knew&lt;br /&gt;you had the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In my mind all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You should have told me&lt;br /&gt;when your love had run dry.&lt;br /&gt;But you lied,&lt;br /&gt;You made a fool of me.&lt;br /&gt;Every tear that I cried&lt;br /&gt;It made me stronger&lt;br /&gt;(made me stronger)&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't want&lt;br /&gt;No-one by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got myself a single life&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me joy,&lt;br /&gt;Single life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living and now I've&lt;br /&gt;found I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm out on my own&lt;br /&gt;Single life feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see(I can see it)&lt;br /&gt;You gatta wise up,&lt;br /&gt;rise up&lt;br /&gt;be who you wanna be,to be free,&lt;br /&gt;Come on and wise up rise up,&lt;br /&gt;now I will tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every tear that I cried&lt;br /&gt;It made me stronger&lt;br /&gt;(made me stronger)&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't want&lt;br /&gt;No-one by my side.&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;Single Life,Single Life&lt;br /&gt;Single Life,Single Life&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I tell you wise up'n rise up,&lt;br /&gt;Listen baby wise up'n rise up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I tell you wise up'n rise up,&lt;br /&gt;Listen baby wise up'n rise up&lt;br /&gt;Every tear that I cry&lt;br /&gt;Want no one by my side&lt;br /&gt;Every tear that I cry&lt;br /&gt;Want no one by my side&lt;br /&gt;Single life&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me joy,&lt;br /&gt;Single life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm living and now I've&lt;br /&gt;found I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm out on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Single life feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Single life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take a panadol and move on gerl, dont look at me tat way, u know i aint coming back... u made it this way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-azr.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109266514148267165?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109266514148267165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109266514148267165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109266514148267165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109266514148267165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/single-life-is-so-rite.html' title='Single Life is so rite'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-10926646598710844</id><published>2004-08-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T21:57:39.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Single Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Single Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by: Sarina Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Freedom's all around&lt;br /&gt;Dancing as we paint the town&lt;br /&gt;Friends they do surround&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We are single yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so great to be&lt;br /&gt;Answering to nobody&lt;br /&gt;Freedom's got the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We are single yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom's all around&lt;br /&gt;People jumping up and down&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girl go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We are single yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so great to be in the crazy company&lt;br /&gt;What more can I be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We are single yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da de da de da de&lt;br /&gt;The single life is for me&lt;br /&gt;Da de da de da de&lt;br /&gt;With the fun compnay&lt;br /&gt;Da de da de da de&lt;br /&gt;The single life is for me&lt;br /&gt;Da de da de da de&lt;br /&gt;With the fun company&lt;br /&gt;Da de da de da de&lt;br /&gt;Da de da de da de&lt;br /&gt;Da de da de da de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget bout the boy, girl he dont do you right&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the way that he held you tonight&lt;br /&gt;So dry up all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Listen up, come with me&lt;br /&gt;We'll play the single life with the fun company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can fall in love&lt;br /&gt;You could find mister right&lt;br /&gt;You will spend all your time to keep him in sight&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take a hold of your life&lt;br /&gt;Come with me&lt;br /&gt;Be single for a while&lt;br /&gt;Have some fun and be free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-10926646598710844?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/10926646598710844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=10926646598710844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/10926646598710844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/10926646598710844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/single-life.html' title='&quot;Single Life&quot;'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109206730014394496</id><published>2004-08-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:01:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Life- the rasmus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;IN MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt; - the rasmus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel the heat below my feet&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, no time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe the things you say&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head and walk away&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick, you make me nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Times are gone when you would say&lt;br /&gt;This is the one and seize the day&lt;br /&gt;Times are gone for honesty&lt;br /&gt;"My victory is your defeat"&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see you've been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In my life I decide and it turns me on&lt;br /&gt;How I am, how I live, who I love&lt;br /&gt;In my way I feel strong&lt;br /&gt;And it turns me on&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I decide, I decide, I decide, i decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All you do, you can't deny it, it's waste of time, waste of time&lt;br /&gt;Can i suggest that you invest in something more than hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;Before you know, the ride is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In my life, I decide and it turns me on&lt;br /&gt;How I am, How I live, Who I love&lt;br /&gt;In my way, I feel strong&lt;br /&gt;And it turns me on&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I decide, I decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you if you won't stop x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up, give it up&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you if you won't stop&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you if you give it up, give it up,&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you, it's up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The record choose that you're dead but you're still living&lt;br /&gt;Every time you have died you have been given&lt;br /&gt;Another chance to fix your bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;And make a move, it's up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up, give it up x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's up to you x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give it up x8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109206730014394496?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109206730014394496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109206730014394496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109206730014394496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109206730014394496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-my-life-rasmus.html' title='In My Life- the rasmus'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109206707491360429</id><published>2004-08-09T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:57:54.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funeral Song&lt;/span&gt;- the rasmus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dumped you again&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;It's happened before&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These foolish games&lt;br /&gt;Always end up in confusion&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back&lt;br /&gt;Just to leave you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;What's that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in the fire&lt;br /&gt;I died in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out for your hand&lt;br /&gt;My fatal desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've failed you again&lt;br /&gt;'cause I let you stay&lt;br /&gt;I used to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I felt ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one big lie&lt;br /&gt;Such a perfect illusion&lt;br /&gt;I made you mine&lt;br /&gt;Just to hurt you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!TOHELLWITHYOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109206707491360429?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109206707491360429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109206707491360429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;I wish you were here tonight with me to see the northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here tonight with me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have you by my side tonight when the sky is burning.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been down and I've been crawling,&lt;br /&gt;won't back down no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you stop the lies falling from the skies?&lt;br /&gt;Down on me, I'm still standing.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you roll the dice, I might be surprised,&lt;br /&gt;conscience clear, I'm still standing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burns like a thousand stars.&lt;br /&gt;Though you are light years away.&lt;br /&gt;Burns like a thousand stars or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're up there, you're always with me,&lt;br /&gt;smiling down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you stop the lies falling from the skies?&lt;br /&gt;Down on me, I'm still standing.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you roll the dice, I might be surprised,&lt;br /&gt;conscience clear, I'm still standing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something sacred, something so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Something quiet to ease the mind.&lt;br /&gt;When the pressure's taking me over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been down and I've been crawling.&lt;br /&gt;Pushed around, and always falling.&lt;br /&gt;You're up there, you're always with me,&lt;br /&gt;smiling down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you stop the lies falling from the skies?&lt;br /&gt;Down on me, I'm still standing.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you roll the dice, I might be surprised,&lt;br /&gt;conscience clear, I'm still standing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you stop the lies, falling from the skies?&lt;br /&gt;Down on me.&lt;br /&gt;Still standing here.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you roll the dice?&lt;br /&gt;I might be surprised,&lt;br /&gt;conscience clear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing here.&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;tokevin.wishuwerehere.adel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109206689674152983?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109206689674152983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109206689674152983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109206689674152983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109206689674152983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/still-standing-rasmus.html' title='STILL STANDING- the rasmus'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109206659523388906</id><published>2004-08-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:49:55.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Me- The Rasmus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CANT STOP ME&lt;/span&gt;- The Rasmus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time to laughter but you know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one&lt;br /&gt;To finally stand up and take a chance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need the TV&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the shotgun&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to run I can reach you&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Swallow the meaning&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to run if I need you&lt;br /&gt;I can reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I feel like&lt;br /&gt;Hey, can't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I feel like&lt;br /&gt;Hey, can't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to rule ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to fool ya&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;I can reach you from here&lt;br /&gt;Swallow the shotgun&lt;br /&gt;Show you the meaning&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna deal with the feelings of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own my cloud&lt;br /&gt;The only one&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alone&lt;br /&gt;And from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the TV&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the shotgun&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I will do what I feel like&lt;br /&gt;Follow the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Swallow the meaning&lt;br /&gt;Do what I feel like hey,&lt;br /&gt;Do what I feel like hey,&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I feel like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109206659523388906?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109206659523388906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109206659523388906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109206659523388906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109206659523388906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/cant-stop-me-rasmus.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Me- The Rasmus'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109135545628699016</id><published>2004-08-01T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:17:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinks- good luck charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kinks- Good Luck Charm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a black cat crossed your path, little woman, Would you walk along with me? Don't have to worry 'bout a thing, girl, It's all right, you see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I'm a good luck charm, Honey, don't worry 'bout me. If you ain't got no money, baby, That's all right too. As long as you stick to me, Some[?] will come to you. I'm a good luck charm, Honey, don't you worry 'bout me. If a black cat crossed your path, little woman, Would you walk along with me? Don't have to worry 'bout a thing, girl, It's all right, you see. I'm a good luck charm, Honey, don't worry 'bout me. I'm a good luck charm, Honey, don't worry 'bout me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109135545628699016?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109135545628699016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109135545628699016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109135545628699016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109135545628699016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/kinks-good-luck-charm.html' title='kinks- good luck charm'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109135524792767976</id><published>2004-08-01T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:14:07.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good luck bad luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good Luck, Bad Luck- By: Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Luck, Bad Luck I ain't the son of the seventh son, black cats won't cross my path &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck comes I just watch it run and it sure does run out fast I wasn't born under no bad sign, but it was Friday the 13th East, west, no, yes Hot, cold, tell you this Ain't nothin' in between Its either good luck -- I'm the last to get it Bad luck -- I'm the first When its good, ain't nothin' better When its bad, ain't nothin' worse &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well life can be a little hard sometimes, you do what you gotta do A lot depends on the luck a man has and the cards that's been dealt to you I'd fold this hand if I could or at least take a card or two I been around Had my ups and downs Tell me does it sound little like you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck -- I'm the last to get it Bad luck -- I'm the first When its good, ain't nothin' better When its bad, ain't nothin' worse Its either good luck -- I'm the last to get it Bad luck -- I'm the first When its good, ain't nothin' better When its bad, ain't nothin' worse Its either good luck -- I'm the last to get it Bad luck -- I'm the first When its good, ain't nothin' better When its bad, ain't nothin' worse Good luck, bad luck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109135524792767976?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109135505618891895</id><published>2004-08-01T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:10:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kavana- Good Luck Next Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck next time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's over it's over again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And baby that's why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's trueI will not deny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And now I'm so sorry to say that that's the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know I saw you yesterday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please don't explain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coz I know what you're gonna say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might be dumb but I'm not blind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many times do you have to lie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before it breaks us in two&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of my better judgement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decide to let it pass,But now I just can't entertain it,So baby, move your ass...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHORUS :-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Good luck next time,It's over, it's over again,And baby that's why,It's true,I will not deny,And now I'm so sorry to say that that's the last time,You treat me that way...You said I was a loser,I didn't have a clue,But I got smart, yeah, and I got rid of you,I might be young, but I am wise,So please don't bother to justify,I can't take this shit no more,And because of my better judgement,I couldn't let it pass,You know I just won't entertain you,So baby move your ass&lt;/span&gt;...(repeat chorus)You did it to me one time,You did it to me two times,You did it to me three times,You did it to me all the time, yeah...(repeat chorus twice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109135447507544846</id><published>2004-08-01T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:08:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Tommorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Muffs - Sad tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't even know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do you think I'm a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe someday but now you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I do as I please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm no different to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Am I crazy or have good luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You're the talk of the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So you say (oh, oh)I don't know why you're so glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When my head's filled with sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So maybe if I fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There'll be no sad tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My whole life is a drag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby listen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I go away, will you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel naked and weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do you see what I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe one day I'll die, who cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hide away in complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Misery (oh, oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Repeat Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109135447507544846?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109135447507544846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109135447507544846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109135447507544846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/109135447507544846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/sad-tommorrow.html' title='Sad Tommorrow'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-109029635462517405</id><published>2004-07-20T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T12:05:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasmus-First Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;First day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;By: Rasmus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm stoned &lt;br /&gt;Wanna be alone, just for a while, unknow &lt;br /&gt;Weeks on the road a long way from home &lt;br /&gt;Just shut off the phone &lt;br /&gt;And you say'll heal you,I'll always be your's &lt;br /&gt;And you say I'll kill you if I do something wrong &lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Still fells like the first time &lt;br /&gt;To stand here by your side &lt;br /&gt;Together regardless &lt;br /&gt;We'll walk through the darkness &lt;br /&gt;Still fells like the first day of my life &lt;br /&gt;Remember the times &lt;br /&gt;Together we swore, never give up this life &lt;br /&gt;Still hanging on, still going strong &lt;br /&gt;Here I belong &lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm crazy &lt;br /&gt;But I just can't slow down &lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm crazy &lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm still around &lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Still feels like the first time &lt;br /&gt;To stand here by your side &lt;br /&gt;Together regardless &lt;br /&gt;We'll walk through the darkness &lt;br /&gt;Still fells like the first day of my life &lt;br /&gt;Feels like the first day of my life, (feels like the first day) &lt;br /&gt;Still feels like the first day of my life &lt;br /&gt;Still feels like the first time &lt;br /&gt;To stand here by your side &lt;br /&gt;Together regardless &lt;br /&gt;We'll walk through the darkness &lt;br /&gt;Still feels like the first day of my &lt;br /&gt;Still feels like the first day of my &lt;br /&gt;Still feels like the first day of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-109029635462517405?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109029635462517405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=109029635462517405' 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/&gt;Pardon me baby&lt;br /&gt;I just got to say&lt;br /&gt;* I could be a suit of armor&lt;br /&gt;Protect you when the furies fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly you on a magic carpet&lt;br /&gt;But you're never comin' down this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your own detective&lt;br /&gt;Hang around all the time&lt;br /&gt;Act just like a secret agent&lt;br /&gt;Protect you from the real bad times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Been a long time, been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Been a long lonely time&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time, been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Been a long lonely time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(** repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I got something special&lt;br /&gt;Something money cannot buy&lt;br /&gt;But you got the price I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;You can be the first in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(* repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be so very nice&lt;br /&gt;It could be very very nice&lt;br /&gt;It could be so very nice&lt;br /&gt;It could be very very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(** repeat and fade) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-108902935945682223?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108902935945682223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=108902935945682223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108902935945682223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108902935945682223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/dead-or-alive_108902935945682223.html' title='Dead or Alive'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-108902923346285260</id><published>2004-07-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T20:07:13.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Heart Goes Bang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Dead or Alive [1985]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night a close friend told me&lt;br /&gt;Never let my heart falll into careless hands&lt;br /&gt;I said, "thanks, that's very nice&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate your good advice&lt;br /&gt;But things don't always go the way that I planned,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and shake it up&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and break it up&lt;br /&gt;Get me to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes bang, bang, bang, bang&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes bang, bang, bang, bang&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes bang, bang, bang, bang&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes bang, bang, bang, bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get in close to you&lt;br /&gt;I do the things I never do&lt;br /&gt;There's no depression&lt;br /&gt;Doctor put me to the test&lt;br /&gt;I've heard your lovin' is the best&lt;br /&gt;Well he is right&lt;br /&gt;You know I need affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(* Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, doctor, give me the cure&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, doctor, give me the cure&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, doctor, give me the cure&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, doctor, give me the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, I'm consulting you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put myself&lt;br /&gt;Into your careless hands&lt;br /&gt;All I need's a lovin' dose&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better when you're close&lt;br /&gt;I really hope things go&lt;br /&gt;The way I planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(* Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes bang bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get close to you&lt;br /&gt;When I get close to you&lt;br /&gt;When I get close to you&lt;br /&gt;When I get close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes bang bang bang bang (Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-108902923346285260?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108902923346285260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=108902923346285260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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telephone me&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just can't lose this desperation&lt;br /&gt;Won't you bring around a new sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you got lots of energy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give that energy to me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tell you we could have a real good time, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I could make you mine all mine, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lover come back to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to knock on my door,no&lt;br /&gt;Lover come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Kick it right down, kick it right down&lt;br /&gt;Kick it right down, right down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, all I feel is desperation&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a very nice sensation&lt;br /&gt;I been wishin' you would telephone me&lt;br /&gt;I been lyin' here oh oh so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we could have a real good time, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I could make you mine all mine, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you got lots of energy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Baby, give that energy to me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(* Repeat 2 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I hear you knockin'&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come on in&lt;br /&gt;I hear you knockin'&lt;br /&gt;Girl, now where you been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(** Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-108902913523401932?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108902913523401932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=108902913523401932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108902913523401932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I could take a plane&lt;br /&gt;And I could fly away&lt;br /&gt;I could steal a car&lt;br /&gt;And I could drive away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brought me a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;But the main one that you brought was trouble&lt;br /&gt;You put your finger to the trigger and you&lt;br /&gt;Shot my heart&lt;br /&gt;Well now, I'm really gonna burst your bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(* Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**(But I'm) in too deep&lt;br /&gt;There's no gettin' out of it&lt;br /&gt;In too deep&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;In too deep&lt;br /&gt;There's no gettin' out of it&lt;br /&gt;In too deep&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too deep, too deep&lt;br /&gt;I could call you a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I could say there'd never be another&lt;br /&gt;Every time the situation feels like getting hot&lt;br /&gt;I gotta turn around and say don't bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-108902904358874557?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108902904358874557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=108902904358874557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108902904358874557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108902904358874557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/dead-or-alive_05.html' title='Dead or Alive'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-108902894130424771</id><published>2004-07-05T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T20:02:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You Spin Me Round (Like A Record)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Dead or Alive [1985]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I, I got to know your name&lt;br /&gt;Well and I, could trace your private number baby&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that to me&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;Open up your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;I want some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I...I set my sights on you&lt;br /&gt;(and no one else will do)&lt;br /&gt;And I, I've got to have my way now, baby&lt;br /&gt;(and no one else will do)&lt;br /&gt;And I, I've got to have my way now, baby&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that to me&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're havin' fun&lt;br /&gt;Open up your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, here I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You spin me right round, baby&lt;br /&gt;right round like a record, baby&lt;br /&gt;Right round round round&lt;br /&gt;You spin me right round, baby&lt;br /&gt;Right round like a record, baby&lt;br /&gt;Right round round round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I got be your friend now, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to move in&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;(little bit closer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**All I know is that to me&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;Open up your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, here I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(**Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Repeat and fade with ad lib)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-108803915132633650</id><published>2004-06-24T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:05:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagwagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lawagon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living for years in question some obsession&lt;br /&gt;was i less to live without answers as a life cried&lt;br /&gt;wolf i'm ashamed to mention my anguish but silence&lt;br /&gt;lies empty if i say it again can i kill it will you lend&lt;br /&gt;me your ears breathe in breathe out exhale acting&lt;br /&gt;sweating a broken smile provides them a view&lt;br /&gt;projection is nothing new just once i would like them&lt;br /&gt;to feel it suffer in my skin for a moment stand in my&lt;br /&gt;shoes filled with swelling blues (chorus) i keep this&lt;br /&gt;room and this room keeps me chained to my organs i&lt;br /&gt;am quarantined to a place that's dark staring at&lt;br /&gt;three walls the door is locked to them 'maybe now&lt;br /&gt;that they all know it you'll find solace as you'r&lt;br /&gt;drowning in narcissism or is it self-loathing 'cause&lt;br /&gt;you fought it all in your head boy psychosomatic&lt;br /&gt;they used to humor you now they pity you and&lt;br /&gt;nothing's changed (repeat chorus) the door is locked&lt;br /&gt;behind me if i say it again can i kill it because they're&lt;br /&gt;sick of my complaining and i am sick of being sick&lt;br /&gt;maybe these will cure you completely chemicals&lt;br /&gt;deeply saviors until you're dependent don't let them&lt;br /&gt;go to your head i'm ashamed to mention my anguish&lt;br /&gt;but silence lies empty silence lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-10880388632540732</id><published>2004-06-24T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:03:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lied!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You Lied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Greenday... [never lie...not to me...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta problem you just can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive habits that never seem to die&lt;br /&gt;Your breath is taking up all the air&lt;br /&gt;Your teeth are rotting to black holes in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well reality is due&lt;br /&gt;What you say just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;When the story's streched and so far fetched&lt;br /&gt;That you're lacking an excuse...&lt;br /&gt;You Lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother allowed you just one white lie&lt;br /&gt;But now she's dead and she left you with a problem&lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio has pierced your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Your nose is growin' into the 3rd dimension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well reality is due&lt;br /&gt;What you say just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;When the story's stretched and so far fetched&lt;br /&gt;That you're lacking an excuse...&lt;br /&gt;You Lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well reality is due&lt;br /&gt;What you say just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;When the story is stretched and so far fetched&lt;br /&gt;That you're lacking an excuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-10880388632540732?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/10880388632540732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=10880388632540732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/10880388632540732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/10880388632540732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/you-lied.html' title='You Lied!'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-108803875113986784</id><published>2004-06-24T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:04:29.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GreenDay- Sick Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the flu devil... as well as though i am sick off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't you&lt;br /&gt;just admit that you've had it you're sick of me &lt;br /&gt;you're fed up&lt;br /&gt;with a unwanted habit you're sick of me&lt;br /&gt;tell you lies&lt;br /&gt;you've become so desensitized sick of me &lt;br /&gt;lost regrets&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you've had it you're sick of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder out the door &lt;br /&gt;I am on to you &lt;br /&gt;you're comin' back for more am I losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a dog &lt;br /&gt;that just pissed on your barbecue sick of me &lt;br /&gt;loosing faith &lt;br /&gt;and you still don't know what to do sick of me &lt;br /&gt;lose of love &lt;br /&gt;now you hate everything and you're sick of me &lt;br /&gt;it's a waste &lt;br /&gt;but we still keep on tryin' you're sick of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder out the door &lt;br /&gt;I am on to you &lt;br /&gt;you're comin' back for more am I losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you got your problems &lt;br /&gt;so you got it alright &lt;br /&gt;do you have a conscience &lt;br /&gt;do you have a reason now I'm sick of you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder out the door &lt;br /&gt;I am on to you &lt;br /&gt;you're comin' back for more am I losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-108803862876929955</id><published>2004-06-24T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:05:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By EverClear</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Sick &amp; Tired" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By EverClear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break every day&lt;br /&gt;Stressed out in every kind of way&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of bein' sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;All I need and crave&lt;br /&gt;Loud life with the power to fade&lt;br /&gt;I am livin' 'cause I keep it all in, keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I keep it all in, keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Love don't work for me&lt;br /&gt;I want women who are out of my reach&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of livin' all alone&lt;br /&gt;All I need for sure&lt;br /&gt;Big love with the power to make more&lt;br /&gt;I am livin' 'cause I keep it all in, keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I keep it all in, keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm close to the fall&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm dangerous&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'm going down &lt;br /&gt;I blame my family&lt;br /&gt;Their damage is livin' in me&lt;br /&gt;I am sick inside and tired of my life&lt;br /&gt;All I need, I swear&lt;br /&gt;Go out with the power of a nighmare&lt;br /&gt;I am livin' 'cause I keep it all in, keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;I keep it all in, keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I keep it all in, keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to fall&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm dangerous&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going down alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep it all in, keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm close to the fall&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm dangerous&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going down alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going down alone, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-108758691259531968</id><published>2004-06-19T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T03:28:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacie Orrico</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Promise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I always be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone, Will I be that one you need?&lt;br /&gt;Will I do all my best to, to protect you?&lt;br /&gt;When the tears get near your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Will I be the one that's by your side? &lt;br /&gt;Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Will I keep the rain from falling down into your light?&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I promise&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I take tender tender care of you?&lt;br /&gt;Take your darkest night and make it bright for you&lt;br /&gt;Will I be there to make you strong and to lean on?&lt;br /&gt;When this world has turned so cold&lt;br /&gt;Will I be the one that's there to hold? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Will I keep the rain from falling down into your light?&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I promise&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Will I keep the rain from falling down into your light?&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I promise&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I love you more every day&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will take that love away&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be there for you (there for you)&lt;br /&gt;I promise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Will I keep the rain from falling down into your light?&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I promise&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise (and I promise)&lt;br /&gt;I promise (oh I promise you)&lt;br /&gt;I will be there when you call me (when you call me)&lt;br /&gt;I promise (I promise)&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-108758691259531968?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108758691259531968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=108758691259531968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108758691259531968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108758691259531968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/stacie-orrico.html' title='Stacie Orrico'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-108758653507116173</id><published>2004-06-19T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T03:24:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;25 Minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I've finally made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl and I really want to make her mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching everywhere to find her again&lt;br /&gt;To tell her I love her&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;I find her standing in front of the church&lt;br /&gt;The only place in town where I didn't search&lt;br /&gt;She looks so happy in her wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;But she's crying while she's saying this&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Boy I missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry you are&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind I'm going home again&lt;br /&gt;Wishing be back to the time when we were more than&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;Still I see her in front of the church&lt;br /&gt;The only place in town where I didn't search&lt;br /&gt;She looks so happy in her wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;But she's cried while she's saying this&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Still I can hear the words she said&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-108758653507116173?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108758653507116173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=108758653507116173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108758653507116173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357312/posts/default/108758653507116173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/25-minutes.html' title='25 Minutes'/><author><name>The Schuz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357312.post-108758402029422333</id><published>2004-06-19T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T03:25:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Paint My Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my youngest years&lt;br /&gt;till this moment here&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen&lt;br /&gt;such a lovely queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the skies above&lt;br /&gt;to the deepest love&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt&lt;br /&gt;crazy like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint my love&lt;br /&gt;you should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;it's the picture of a thousand sunsets&lt;br /&gt;it's the freedom of a thousand doves&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been around the world&lt;br /&gt;then I met you girl&lt;br /&gt;It's like comming home&lt;br /&gt;to a place I've known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint my love&lt;br /&gt;you should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;it's the picture of a thousand sunsets&lt;br /&gt;it's the freedom of a thousand doves&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;the days before all fade to black and white&lt;br /&gt;Since you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357312-108758402029422333?l=lurvinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurvinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108758402029422333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357312&amp;postID=108758402029422333' title='0 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