2004-04-05 - 4:35 a.m. - untitled
im a sucker for song lyrics that can say things about me(you) that i have trouble saying:untitled
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by: saturday looks good to me
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you're inside my heart and i can't get you out
it would shake itself apart if i tried to stop you now
down the boulevard everything's the same
billionaires build cars and children change their names
You make angels out of airplanes over the highway
when you spin around the room
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