EEEEEEEEEEE. THAT MAKES ME GET SO EXCITED AND JUMP UP AND DOWN AND BE HAPPY LIKE THE CRAZY FACED WOMAN I AM.
this songs makes me think of old times, I dont know why.
"Give It Up"
Well i made my way back down to the valley, right on past 83rd street that's where we once belonged, but im gone i swear im Long gone [chorus] So give it, throw your hats in the air and change just as they land youre saying "we'll get out of here" But something tells me your'e too scared to go so the stairs that you could climb are the ones youve left behind and your Eyes light up when we talk about the past god i miss those songs we used to sing, talking like getting away would be the Greatest thing well me, i got out, and you kept singing to me like that's really going to set this free [chorus] Like a ghost youve been haunting all these dusty old roads and old homes the ones we swore we'd never go, never go as for joe, Oh ive seen him around then theres adam, hes afraid to go out i dont blame him, i just wanted to go out to eat then theres mark Goddamn i wish him the best we were kids back then as if we could progress but sometimes i just cant sleep, thinking of Everything we could have been [chorus]"
that song is wonderful. but the one song that always gets me..
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away, We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave till the end, I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon So let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away, We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave till the end, I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
EEEEEEEEEEE. THAT MAKES ME GET SO EXCITED AND JUMP UP AND DOWN AND BE HAPPY LIKE THE CRAZY FACED WOMAN I AM.
this songs makes me think of old times, I dont know why.
"Give It Up"
Well i made my way back down to the valley, right on past 83rd street that's where we once belonged, but im gone i swear im
Long gone
[chorus]
So give it, throw your hats in the air and change just as they land youre saying "we'll get out of here"
But something tells me your'e too scared to go so the stairs that you could climb are the ones youve left behind and your
Eyes light up when we talk about the past god i miss those songs we used to sing, talking like getting away would be the
Greatest thing well me, i got out, and you kept singing to me like that's really going to set this free
[chorus]
Like a ghost youve been haunting all these dusty old roads and old homes the ones we swore we'd never go, never go as for joe,
Oh ive seen him around then theres adam, hes afraid to go out i dont blame him, i just wanted to go out to eat then theres mark
Goddamn i wish him the best we were kids back then as if we could progress but sometimes i just cant sleep, thinking of
Everything we could have been
[chorus]"
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Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
So let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
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