Friday, December 11
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If you’re the bird whenever we pretend it’s summer
Then I’m the worm, I know the part, it’s such a bummer
But fair is fair, if my segments get separated
I’ll scream and you’ll be there

Close your eyes, close my eyes
Slide the cotton off of your shoulder
And feel the shine, feel the shine
I’m hooked so toss me over and cast a line, oh I’ll try
Oh, throw a party and greet my undersea friends
It depends, as they arrive, if they arrive

You and I left our troubles far behind, troubles far behind
But I still have just one more question on my mind
For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
With friends like these well, who needs enemies

If I’m your boy, let’s take a short cut we remember
And we’ll enjoy, picking apples in late September
Like we’ve done for years
Then we’ll take a long walk through the corn field
And I’ll kiss you between the ears

If you’re my girl, swirl me around your room with feeling
And as we twirl, the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling
Will shine for us, as love sweeps over the room
‘Cause we tend to make each other blush, you make me blush

You and I left our troubles far behind, troubles far behind
But I still have just one more question on my mind
For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
With fronds like these well, who needs anemones?

You’re the bird and I’m the worm and it’s plain to see
That we were meant to be

We were meant to be
We were meant to be

If you’re the bird
If you’re the bird
Then I’m the worm
We were meant to be

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I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
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Tuesday, December 08
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Am I Mr. Brightside?

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Coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss,
it was only a kiss


Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

And I just can’t look - it’s killing me
And taking control

Jealousy,
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr. Brightside

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

‘Cause I just can’t look - it’s killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I never…
I never…
I never…
I never…

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Sunday, December 06
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Saturday, December 05
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artsy-ant:

amandaadnama:

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especially your rather weird hair.. wahahhahaa.. :p

Hey, what weird hair!

artsy-ant:

amandaadnama:

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especially your rather weird hair.. wahahhahaa.. :p

Hey, what weird hair!


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