Topic: LEPERS THE FOURTEENTH - part 17 | |
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Good night my friends. Take care!
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Good night my friends. Take care!
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aight then,, gypsy,, dont make me and pat come after you
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night pat...
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guess it just be me getting at ya
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steve stand still ill hide behind you
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ill be damned jen,,,,
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ill be damned jen,,,, why you be damned? ![]() |
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SEE YA POLSON!!!
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ill let you and gypsy fight over it,, ill sit back and watch
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hehehe...hey how did i get involved in this?
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YOU guys should just combine this place with the diary......joiiiiiiiiin us!!!
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:::grabs steve and throws him in the pudding pit then runs like heck::::
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chevy how are ya? you getting any bad weather yet?
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well,, i dunno, maybe we can do that, and i aint doing no pudding tonight, just listening to music and chillin
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Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance For a break that will make it okay There’s always some reason To feel not good enough And it’s hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh, beautiful release Memories seep from my veins I may be empty And weightless, and maybe I’ll find some peace tonight In the arms of the angel Far away from here From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you feel You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You’re in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here So tired of the straight life And everywhere you turn There’s vultures and thieves at your back Storm keeps on twisting You keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack It don’t make no difference Escape one last time It’s easier to believe In this sweet madness Oh, this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees In the arms of the angels Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you feel You were pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You’re in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here |
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<-----starts to clog dance to the tune!!!!
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