Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 82 | |
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buttered corn , lol im hungry too !
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cheese cake
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cheese cake with cherry's ! hhhhmmmmmmmm
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cheese cake with strawberrys
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never have had it that way ?
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wonderful yes it is
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i will have to try it !
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London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls London calling, now don't look to us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing CHORUS The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holding out - and draw another breath London calling - and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no high Except for that one with the yellowy eyes CHORUS x2 The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin A nuclear era, but I have no fear Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river Now get this London calling, yes, I was there, too An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile? London Calling I never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a... |
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dont know that one ?
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The Clash ~ London Calling
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k's
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purple
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Here's a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long His wife would cook his meal As he would change the wheel Poor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what's goin on Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom There ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom Worked for thirty years Sharing hopes and fears Dreamin' of the day He could turn and say Poor Tom, work's done, been lazin' out in the noonday sun Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom His wife was Annie Mae With any man a game she'd play When Tom was out of town She couldn't keep her dress down Poor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what's goin on Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom And so it was one day He got wise to Annie Mae Tom stood, a gun in his hand And stopped her runnin' around Poor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you've done All those years of work are thrown away To ease your mind is that all you can say? But what about that grandson on your knee? Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom Keep-a Truckin' |
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OC
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how are u purple
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dont know that one either ?
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I'm ok
How are you ? |
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Led Zepplin ~ Poor Tom
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I have just been real busy,but been ok
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There I was with the old man
Stranded again so off I'd ran A young world crashing around me No possibilities of getting what I need He looked at me and smiled Said "No, no, no, no, no child. See the dog and butterfly. Up in the Air he like to fly." Dog and butterfly Below she had to try. She roll back down To the warm soft ground laughing She don't know why, she don't know why Dog and butterfly Well I stumbled upon your secret place Safe in the trees you had tears on your face Wrestling with your desires frozen strangers Stealing your fires. The message hit my mind Only words that I could find See the dog and butterfly Up in the air he like to fly Dog and butterfly below she had to try She roll back down to the warm soft ground Laughing to the sky, up to the sky Dog and butterfly We're getting older the world's getting colder For the life of me I don't know the reason why Maybe it's livin' making us give in Hearts rolling in taken back on the tide We're balanced together ocean upon the sky Another night in this strange town Moonlight holding me light as down Voice of confusion inside of me Just begging to go back where I'm free Feels like I'm through Then the old man's words are true See the dog and butterfly Up in the air he like to fly Dog and butterfly, below she had to try She roll back down to the warm soft Ground with a little tear in her eye She had to try, she had to try Dog and butterfly yeah Up in the air, he liked to fly The dog and butterfly, below she had to try She rolled back down to the warm soft ground Laughing she don’t know why But she had to try she had to try Dog and butterfly |
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