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| what's
the rush, dip your brush into this twilight there are leaves upon the skylight Trace your hand, trace your hand |
Dar Williams | |
| please forgive me if I act a little strange for I know not what I do |
David Gray
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| round
here carving out our name |
Counting Crows
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| There's the wind and the rain, and the mercy of the fallen who say they have no claim to know what's right |
Dar Williams
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| I
was lost, for a moment, in the ache of old goodbyes there's no such thing as no regrets, baby it's alright |
Mary Chapin Carpenter
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| God
knows when I was lonely, I was easily deceived what do I want, what do I need. |
Jeff Black
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| and i thought what i felt was simple and i thought that i don't belong |
Lisa Loeb | |
| she says its only in my head | Counting Crows | |
| if
you're gonna get your heart broke you'd better do it just right |
Dar
Williams
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| am i too lost to be saved |
Evanescence
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| her indifference fills the room |
Duncan Sheik
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| and
all the time we spend together really ain't no time at all |
where
the engines of our destiny lie silent in their rust |
Jeff Black
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| how
every single word you spoke echoes in me like a memory of hope |
Poe
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| Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing to. | Natasha Bedingfield | |
| you can't give yourself absolutlely to someone else |
Lisa Loeb | |
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One more look at the
ghost |
Come
here I�ve got the pieces here Time to gather up the splinters Build a casket for my tears |
Poe
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| what drives you on, can drive you mad |
Garbage
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| I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me |
Counting Crows
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So, I'm gonna walk on, |
Toby Lightman
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| I will not be here forever so I will not waste any time |
Josh Joplin Group
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| crucify the insincere tonight |
Smashing Pumpkins
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| Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white In between the moon and you, angels get a better view the crumbling difference between wrong and right |
Counting Crows
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| I may hear a sound, a whisper, sacred and profound but turn my head indifferent |
Natalie Merchant
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| this is where i meet my muse and it feeds me |
Lisa Loeb
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| And I'm almost home |
Mary Chapin Carpenter
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No, this is how it
works: And then you take
that love you made |
Regina Spektor |
Poetic Silliness - Silly Poetry (I think that may be trademarked)
Lyric Fragments 2: Dar Williams
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