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Best song ever written:
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I wouldn't go that far, but it is good! :thumbsup :thumbsup
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I dunno Doll, Janis was the bomb. We may have to argue about this one. |
it is ok...
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where's the pic of your giant house??
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Heres another: Joplin, Son of a preacher man. |
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ill pray for you. |
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OK. As long as admit to it I can live with that. |
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Well, you dont know what we can find, why dont you come with ME little girl; on a Magic Carpet Ride? You dont know what we can see, why dont you tell your dreams to me (you faggot) etc. LOL fuck off you goof |
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hahahahahaha a little nobody pretending to be someone... EVERY DAY on here running your mouth about how much you got and how successful you are... how does it feel to be outed? |
I almost feel sorry for you.
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I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night Any place it goes is right Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here Well, you don't know what we can find Why don't you come with me little girl On a magic carpet ride You don't know what we can see Why don't you tell your dreams to me Fantasy will set you free Close your eyes girl Look inside girl Let the sound take you away Last night I held Aladdin's lamp And so I wished that I could stay Before the thing could answer me Well, someone came and took the lamp away I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found Well, you don't know what we can find Why don't you come with me little girl On a magic carpet ride Well, you don't know what we can see Why don't you tell your dreams to me Fantasy will set you free Close your eyes girl Look inside girl Let the sound take you away |
Ai No Corrida by Quincy Jones beats that
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Itīs OK :)
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