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| Music of the month: Madonna: League of their own This used to be my playground Chorus:This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be my childhood dream This used to be the place I ran to whenever I was in need of a friend Why did it have to end and why do they always say Don't look back Keep your head held high Don't ask them why because life is short and before you You're feeling old And before you know And your heart is breaking Don't hold on to the past Well that's too much to ask Chorus No regrets But I wish that you were here with me Well then there's hope yet I can see your face in our secret place You're not just a memory Say goodbye to yesterday (the dream) Those are words I'll never say (I'll never say) This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our pride and joy This used to be the place I ran to That no one in the world could dare destroy This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to I wish you were standing here with me This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to The best things in life are always free Wishing you were here with me |
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| Mood: Grumpy |
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| Precious Night Lying on my bed, with a pillow underneath my head, facing the ceiling, with my eyes closed and kept thinking. Thinking of tomorrow. Thinking about my sorrow, my heart pumping faster, my tears flow down like the river. I really don't know what I want in life. I really don't know what I want to make out of my life. It really cause me sleepless night, and it seems that the world dread on without a fight. The stars are shiny. It beautify the night sky. I hope for a miracle and it's kinda funny. As I saw a shooting star fly. The clock strike twelve and I fear, I just don't know what to do. Today is gone and tomorrow is near, and it just pass by without a clue. The dark sky turn bright, it marks the end of my precious night, the stars disappears, and the sun reappears. written by: Kammy 4.9.2003 1pm-1.30pm |