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Sharpness

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Never been so inside When I give into you Never been so existent You can't know unless you feel it, come back bodies aching from the want and the waiting I kept this pain when you're leaving Never felt this before Never felt this before Is it written on my back, take it back and then let it go (let it go) Is it written on my back, take it back and then let it go Every day is the day that you saved me Light into darkness cut on the sharpness of you Never been so inside and falling into you Never been so resistant You can't fall unless you feel it, come back bodies aching from the want and the waiting Coming down with a sickness Stay under control Steady under control Is it written on my back, take it back and then let it go (let it go) Is it written on my back, take it back and then let it go Every day is the day that you saved me Light into darkness cut on the sharpness of you (I want to love you babe) Come back bodies aching from the want and the waiting I kept this pain when you're leaving Never felt this before Never felt this before Is it written on my back, take it back and then let it go (let it go) Is it written on my back, take it back and then let it go

A Certain Shade Of Green

INCUBUS "S.C.I.E.N.C.E."
A certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need All signs around say move ahead. Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed Are your muscles bound by ropes Or do crutches cloud your day My sources say the road is clear, and street signs guide my way. Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D. What are you waiting for, A certain shade of green I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate. What are you waiting for, A certain shade of green Would a written invitation signed, 'Choose now or lose it all,' sedate your hesitation Or inflame and make you stall You've been raised in limitation, but that glove never fit quite right. The time has come for hand-me-downs, choose anew, please evolve, take flight What are you waiting for A written invitation A public declaration A private consolation

I'm Still Waiting

JAMIE O'NEAL "Shiver"
What I'm feeling,time is gonna heal it I've been hearing that for so long now They say I'll move on,got to try and be strong Life will go on, I'll get through this somehow Oh,but how,when I'm still waiting For you to come back If you could only come back I'm aching For you to walk through that door And hold me once more But you won't Still I go on Waiting It was a Sunday,we buried you in the rain I never knew pain 'til that first night alone Opened your closet, breathed you in and lost it The truth of it, baby, finally hit home No, you're not coming home but I'm still waiting For you to come back If only you could come back I'm aching For you to walk through that door And hold me once more But you won't Still I go on Waiting Wish you could talk to me somehow Tell me, what do I do now I'm still waiting I'm still waiting For you to come back If you could only come back I'm aching For you to walk through that door And hold me once more But you won't Still I go on Waiting I'm aching For you to walk throught that door And hold me once more But you won't (you won't) Yeah,I know (I know) That you won't (you won't) Still I go on Waiting

Postmarked Birmingham

Blackhawk "Love Gravity"
I recognized the writing on the plain white envelope. I wondered where she'd wind up before she called or wrote. The answer's in a circle, with the word 'love' on a stamp postmarked Birmingham. I'd have bet on California, 'cause her sister's in Bel Aire. Or I could see Seattle, with her mom and dad up there. She never mentioned Alabama, so I don't understand postmarked Birmingham. A two page letter written on Ramada stationary, dated April twenty-two. She asks me not to hate her, says she's sorry but leavings what she felt she had to do. So the day she left she made it two hundred miles south. Did she settle there? Did she mail this note on her way out of town? What chance is there to find her, when the only clue I have is postmarked Birmingham? A two page letter written on Ramada stationary, dated April twenty-two. She asks me not to hate her, says she's sorry but leavings what she felt she had to do. A two page letter written on Ramada stationary, dated April twenty-two. She asks me not to hate her, says she's sorry but leavings what she felt she had to do. Now every day down by the mailbox, standing on the curb I check the upper right-hand corner of every piece of mail I get hopin' there's that certain circle with the word 'love' on a stamp postmarked Birmingham. Postmarked Birmingham.

Milk

GARBAGE "Garbage"
I am milk I am red hot kitchen And I am cool Cool as the deep blue ocean I am lost So I am cruel But I'd be love and sweetness If I had you I'm waiting I'm waiting for you I'm waiting I'm waiting for you I am weak But I am strong I can use my tears to Bring you home I'm waiting I'm waiting for you I'm waiting I'm waiting for you I'm waiting I'm waiting for you I am milk I am red hot kitchen I am cool Cool as the deep blue ocean I'm waiting I'm waiting for you I'm waiting I'm waiting for you I'm waiting I'm waiting for you I'm aching I'm aching for you I'm waiting I'm waiting I'm waiting for you.

God's Stepchild

JANET JACKSON
Gotta story for you 'Bout a little friend Never felt good enough Had a heart to mend Never felt pretty Learned to just pretend Wished someone had listened To her cries of pain Maybe I'm the lucky one Maybe the forgotten one Maybe, but I know I'm not God's stepchild Didn't want to burden Mother had enough stress So often I'd talk to you Through my four legged friends Always there to listen Though I felt so all alone And in my times of trouble I know You saw my smile of pain Maybe I'm the lucky one Maybe the forgotten one Maybe, but I know I'm not God's stepchild Maybe I'm the lucky one Maybe the forgotten one Maybe, but I know I'm not God's stepchild Now that I am older Gone through so much pain I learned that I should love me No more feeling ashamed I've seen the great illusions I've seen the rough terrain I've walked through my own journey And my love for you remains Maybe I'm the lucky one Maybe the forgotten one Maybe, but I know I'm not God's stepchild Maybe I'm the lucky one Maybe the forgotten one Maybe, but I know I'm not God's stepchild I know I'm the lucky one I know I'm a special one I know, that God does Not have a stepchild

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