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Sometimes you can just lay down You can play the game You can take the cards that they deal ya And you can just pretend it's all over BUT NOT ME!!! |
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What Part Of My Body Hurts The Most What part of my soul is crying For crying out loud What part of my heart is beating Faster than the speed of love Is this the way that it's supposed to be What Part Of My Body Hurts The Most Come a little bit closer Come here now Let's see |
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You write your truth and I'll write mine. |
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"I continuously go further and further learning about my own limitations, my body limitation, psychological limitations. It's a way of life for me." (Senna, Ayrton) |
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky |
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky |
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Well it ain't no secret I've been around a time or two Well I don't know baby maybe you've been around too Well there's another dance all you gotta do is say yes And if you're rough and ready for love honey I'm tougher than the rest |
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky |
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