getting "out", by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.
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you think your alright
you think you can make it
what if your life
just came crashing down
you cant take it
you gotta get out
but your not screaming
you just shout
why don't i give up
why dont i let go
im tired of waiting
so im saying so
im tired of running
im finaly standing up
you can knock me down
but im not giving up
its my time
rigth here and now
to let you finaly know
i dont know how
but im getting out
P.s. i dont think its finished i will let you know when i
finnaly get my "out"
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Posted: 2007-08-30 22:15:19 UTC |
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