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Array ( [sid] => 91175 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Infinite Demans [time] => 2005-04-16 12:59:05 [hometext] => Hope you understand if not i will be happy to explain.at_most_fear@hotmail.com [bodytext] => Falling down a river,
Swimming up with eager
eagerness to survive.

Use my favorite finger,
Then I'll be the singer
& make music come alive.

We'll play all our favorite music,
Turn it off & play acustic
& make it come alive.

Your personality is unique & blue,
You write about things that are true.
Dont be trapt in a lions cage,
Just let out & lets play.
Over & over the time here,
Will stop due to fear.
Due to your hands,
Due to infinite demands.

Marching the day is upon us,
We cut our arms just because
with a butcher knife,

Pain is what gets us arroused,
Red & black is the cause
of why you should be my wife,

Eating chocolate strawberries,
The we'll think of where will marry
& make another life.

Oh when you run towards me,
with your hair so free.
Oh when your eyes cry,
Your making my life feel less pride.
I guess its due to the time,
You'll always be mine.
Can you say that phrase,
Can you say that phrase,
To belive or just iin case,
Im trying not to let no one,
Control my life for fun.
But I guess Im trapt in a lions cage,
But I want to get out & play.
Over & over the time here,
Will stop due to fear.
Due to your hands,
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Infinite Demans

Contributed by Ranchan on Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 12:59:05 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Falling down a river,
Swimming up with eager
eagerness to survive.

Use my favorite finger,
Then I'll be the singer
& make music come alive.

We'll play all our favorite music,
Turn it off & play acustic
& make it come alive.

Your personality is unique & blue,
You write about things that are true.
Dont be trapt in a lions cage,
Just let out & lets play.
Over & over the time here,
Will stop due to fear.
Due to your hands,
Due to infinite demands.

Marching the day is upon us,
We cut our arms just because
with a butcher knife,

Pain is what gets us arroused,
Red & black is the cause
of why you should be my wife,

Eating chocolate strawberries,
The we'll think of where will marry
& make another life.

Oh when you run towards me,
with your hair so free.
Oh when your eyes cry,
Your making my life feel less pride.
I guess its due to the time,
You'll always be mine.
Can you say that phrase,
Can you say that phrase,
To belive or just iin case,
Im trying not to let no one,
Control my life for fun.
But I guess Im trapt in a lions cage,
But I want to get out & play.
Over & over the time here,
Will stop due to fear.
Due to your hands,
Infinite Demands.




Copyright © Ranchan ... [ 2005-04-16 12:59:05]
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