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:: Tuesday, April 13, 2004 ::

I wanted to put "Sexed up" lyrics on, but I realized I've put it up before. So, for your entertainment, here's "How many Hours" by Michael Learns to Rock. (They do, you know. Really.) I really like the chorus.

Mother's giving birth to a little son
Crying in the rain of falling bombs
Father he is young but deep and wise
You see the fighter inside his eyes

Hold me cover my sight
This is no paradise
Don't show me
The evil sides of the world

How many hours and how many days
Love is just slipping away
How many seasons and how many years
In tears
How many centuries and how many lives
In fear

People selling flowers like nothing's going on
Turning their backs on a world gone wrong
Children play around I guess they found some wheels
You see them running down the naked fields

Hold me, cover my sight
This is no paradise
Don't show me
The evil sides of the world

How many hours and how many days
Love is just slipping away
How many seasons and how many years
In tears
How many centuries and how many lives
In fear

:: nimezs @ 2:12 am [+] ::

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