Right under my feet there’s air made of bricks
Pulls me down turns me weak for you
I find myself repeating like a broken tune
And I’m forever excusing your intentions
And I give in to my pretendings
Which forgive you each time
Without me knowing
They melt my heart to stone
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in M | No Comments
When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in M | No Comments
So little to say but so much time,
Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind.
Please wear the face, the one where you smile,
Because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry.
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in F | No Comments
Wait, do you see my heart on my sleeve?
It’s been there for days on end and
It’s been waiting for you to open up
Just you baby, come on now
I’m trying to tell you just how
I’d like to hear the words roll out of your mouth finally
Say that it’s always been me
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in B | No Comments
Found myself today singing out your name,
You said I’m crazy,
If I am I’m crazy for you.
Sometimes sitting in the dark wishing you were here
Turns me crazy,
But it’s you who makes me lose my head.
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in C | No Comments
I’ve been walking in the same way as I did
Missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
"Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?"
"No and thank you, please Madam. I ain’t lost, just wandering"
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in H | No Comments
Now we’ve been talking for a while
And you got me trying to figure out
Boy I don’t know what to say to you
But you got me feeling some kind of way for you
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in C | No Comments
Ain’t no daddy’s where I’m from
It’s just mad mothers
And eyes that still seem
They can’t look past color
Why am I disrespected by
Someone I should call brother?
And why girls feelin’ pretty
And constantly hating each other?
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in 1 | No Comments
[Verse 1]
I know that you’ve been calling me
And I’m happy that we met
Don’t think that I’m not interested
I’m just playing hard to get
[Hook]
So much about this crazy game they call love
That I’m trying to understand
So could you be my best friend
Before you call yourself my man
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July 11th, 2008 | Posted in S | No Comments
I dream a lot, I know you say
I’ve got to get away.
"The world is not yours for the taking"
Is all you ever say.
I know I’m not the best for you,
But promise that you’ll stay.
Cause if I watch you go,
You’ll see me wasting, you’ll see me wasting away
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July 9th, 2008 | Posted in L | No Comments
Put your sneakers on
Put your sneakers on,
We’re goin’ dancin’ all night long
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July 7th, 2008 | Posted in S | No Comments
I’ve always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I’ve got to say
But I have this dream
Right inside of me
I’m gonna let it show, it’s time
To let you know
To let you know
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July 7th, 2008 | Posted in T | No Comments
[Mitchel]
Mic Check 1,2,1,2, alright, it’s workin’.
Yo! Welcome to the best collaboration of all
time, and the names, Emily Osment, Mitchel Musso, NBC on the track, word!
If I were a rich man, with a million or two,
I’d live in a penthouse,and a room with a view,
And if I were handsome, well it can happen.
Those dreams do come true,
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July 6th, 2008 | Posted in I | No Comments
I don’t think about it
I don’t think about it
Misunderstood
Everybody feels that way sometimes
Oh oh oh oh
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July 6th, 2008 | Posted in I | No Comments
Waiting for your call, I’m sick, call I’m angry
Call I’m desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It’s playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet
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July 6th, 2008 | Posted in Y | No Comments