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Post by young argentinian girl on Oct 27, 2004 13:15:27 GMT -5
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Post by Angel on Oct 27, 2004 13:58:28 GMT -5
Leaving town I found a flower that I could desert Someone moves and someone's bound to get their feelings hurt I'm loving you, you're out of range Wanted you, you're out of range As I walked out into a world I felt a sudden chill I was bleeding pretty good onto a daffodil Loving you, you're out of range Wanted to, you're out of range I don't want too much more than Than to be reborn in the morning Reborn so I can feel ya The thorns of bougainvillea I feel ya I had your number and I dialed it up a hundred times Barely there, your voice is cracking up across state lines Loving you, you're out of range Wanted you, you're out of range Skies of ecstasy were breaking while I do believe Tears of God were raining down upon my swollen cheeks Loving you, you're out of range Wanted to, you're out of range I don't want too much more than Than to be reborn in the morning Reborn so I can feel ya The thorns of bougainvillea I feel ya I know it hurts when it's taken away I tell you that I could be living today With you or without you OK Washed by the rain and it's all gonna change I don't want too much more than Than to be reborn in the morning Reborn so I can feel ya The thorns of bougainvillea I feel ya No sir not too much more than Than to be reborn in the morning Reborn so I can feel ya The thorns of bougainvillea I feel ya
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