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sometimes i wonder how many people have emotional connections to Hands Down.
( i'll always remember the sound of the stereo..dim of the soft lights.. )
( i'll always remember the sound of the stereo..dim of the soft lights.. )
my story:
i randomly came across some lyrics to it about...2 months ago? never heard the song.
get home, change msn name to " [my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me] ". and download the song.
talked to *her*..who had written me a note that day at school. although we wouldn't see each other for a few days so she scanned the note and sent it to me (yay...we're not losers..:P)
halfway through the note it reads:
My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me.
So wont you kill me, So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or bust,
To break or bury,Or to wear as jewellery,
Which ever you prefer.
same day..same time-ish.
so...yeah. i thought it was weird. and now associate the song with her..and that day..and those thoughts. and the end always reminds me of the day i left after spending my last weekend there before coming to winnipeg for xmas...like the last minute in the garage before leaving.. ['cause my mom was there to pick me up...the drive home was so painful.] bbuuut yeah.
ugh. such a great song.
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