Refreshing To Hear
Why do I refuse to stop smiling?
That is the only thing I can prove,
I can do...
To chase my tears away.
And since it seems,
Few are doing it willfully...
It is 'almost' refreshing to hear,
Folks say today I am crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Obvious Is Their Success
It's refreshing.
Many years ago,
A concensus was taken...
That declared me unstable,
Too aloof and undecisive.
Out of my mind and crazed!
Talented but lazy.
With too many interests...
That were scattered,
All over the place.
I remarked to someone,
I was creating my own greatness.
For years I heard the laughter.
For years there were tears and pain.
It's refreshing.
To know one keeps,
Getting off their knees..
To stand on their feet.
In spite of opposition.
That motivates and inspires me.
And when I am not reading about this,
To actually see someone...
Putting this into practice,
I can not help but stop...
To introduce myself.
I have got to let that person know...
So obvious is their success!
And I just wanted to address it.
Even though they might not have a clue,
Not yet...
Anyway,
As to what it is they do...
To receive my congratulations!
'Man,
I know you wont believe this.
But I aint got a dime in my pocket.
And all I want is a cup of coffee.
You got any change you can spare? '
~Here!
This is my last five dollars.
Don't worry about it.
You've blessed me more than you realize.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Actions Never Made Sense
'What is the matter?
You look as if you've been told a joke? '
No.
But you can look at it that way.
I just spoke to a fool.
'Oh? '
Yeah.
Accused me of being aloof and distant.
As if I thought I was better than the others.
As if I did not want to be bothered with them.
'You're not talking about those same people?
Why don't you just ignore them? '
I try but I can't.
It was great when they ignored me,
And walked around with their noses in the air.
In fact,
I welcomed it
They believed me to be beneath them.
'What changed? '
I guess they discovered I didn't care.
And I was totally happy with peace of mind.
'Is that why you're smiling? '
For the most part.
I was just chastised,
For not accepting an invitation.
'Chastised?
That doesn't make a bit of sense.'
That's why I'm smiling.
I was just told,
I offended those in the clique.
You know...
The ones in the 'inner circle'?
The movers and shakers?
The same folks who announced I was a joke?
'But why are they bothering you? '
That's why I'm smiling.
It took this this long to realize they are crazed.
And 'now' that it has been validated...
They believe I am worthy to be embraced.
'That doesn't make a bit of sense! '
Would you stop saying that!
That's why I am smiling.
Their actions never made sense,
From the beginning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep Smiling
Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy
Keep smiling, keep smiling, keep smiling, keep right on smiling
I know sometimes your whole world seems blue
Seems like the whole weight of the world is resting on you
But remember when you hang your head, its hard to see the sun
Theres a brighter day, yes it is, just ask and I sure will come
But youve got to keep (keep smiling) well, ooh, yeah
(keep smiling) keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
(keep smiling) ooh, ha (dont you ever stop smiling)
Oh, dont you ever stop, no, no, no, oh, when youve got to keep on stepping on
You know that youve got to be strong and understand the facts of life
You wont get no place until you make some sacrifice
Try to make it a little easy when youre doing it on your own
Once you think youve got everything, the next day its all gone
But you got to keep (keep smiling), well, well, well, well (keep smiling)
Oh I know its hard, I know its hard, but youve to keep (keep smiling), oh---
(dont you ever stop smiling) yeah, yeah---, oh-----, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh---
Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, (keep smiling) keep a grin on your face yaul
Keep on stepping now, (keep smiling) oh, keep your head up to the sky
(keep smiling) oh-got to notice on the tip of your eyes, (keep smiling)
Youve got to keep on, keep on, keep on, (keep smiling)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (keep smiling), ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha---
(keep smiling) oh--keep on (dont you ever stop smiling) smile, smile---
(keep smiling)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Required Prerequisite
A call to duty,
Few use refuse.
It once had been an honor to do it.
In those days passed,
When patriotism was a thing to choose.
And everyone felt this,
Without making an excuse.
Today,
Quick escapes...
Is as natural as responsibility betrayed.
And having no accountability comes to surprise...
As many display themselves to be disrespectful.
Without a sign of regret to disgustfully criticize.
As if the act of expressing respect,
Has become a required prerequisite...
Most folks have come to think as weak.
And this, if shown, is today despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop This Game
Words and music by robin zander and rick nielsen
Well I cant stop the music
I could stop it before
Now I dont want to hear it
Dont wanna hear it no more
No more
I cant stop the music
I could stop it before
Now I dont wanna hear it
Dont wanna hear it no more
All I wanna do is stop this game
Its gonna really end
Stop this game
Its such a touchy, touchy thing
Hey, livin with you
Is all I wanted before
Ive changed, you didnt
Dont wanna see you no more
All I wanna do is stop this game
Its gonna really end
Oh, stop this game
Its such a touchy, touchy thing
Well we were walkin before we could crawl
And you were lovin just emotion just all
Its just emotion wasnt music at all
Now I cant stop the music
Now I dont wanna hear it no more
No more, no more, no more
Stop this game
Its gonna really end
Stop this game
Its such a touchy, touchy thing
I cant stop the music (stop this game)
I could stop it before (its gonna really end)
Now I dont wanna hear it (stop this game)
Dont wanna hear it no more (its such a touchy, touchy thing)
(repeat to coda)
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Some Folks Will Go Out of Their Way
Some folks can't be respected.
They wont allow it!
Someone who shows another respect,
Today?
Is going to be disrespected...
And that's a bet!
Some folks will go out of their way,
To show the depth of their ignorance.
Just to prove that is what they are!
And proud to be dysfunctional.
Wanting to show it has been earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
[fade]
song performed by by Cars
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Funny things Tears
The other day
I woke up feeling low
I tried not to think about you
to stop the inevitable tears that threatened to fall.
Funny things tears, they linger yet do not fall.
That night I got angry
as I walked fron the bus stop to my home
My mood slowly dissipated into sadness
I felt the bloody tears linger
am guessing they showed because some ladies looked at me
gossiped and actually stood to stare
Funny thing tears are, they know no shame.
Yesterday I drunk myself into a stupor
because I couldnt bear the thoughts
the happy memories, the questions.
I smoked because I wanted to burn away my pain
my loneliness, my intense craving to end it all
Funny things tears, they come when you least expect them
Last night I hated you
Hated my intense stupid love for you
Hated that my life was blank without you
I went running, jogging to absolve the pain
to numb myself, but pain is stubborn
I ran for miles but still felt that swift flash.
Funny things tears, they burn.
Today I woke up
ignoring my phone I tried to resist it
to resist the urge to call you,
But I did,
Lunch, drinks, kisses more promises
apologies more excuses
smiling, laughing, forgetting
Funny thing love it forgets the tears easily.
Tonight I sleep soundly
But Tomnmorow I work and the cycle begins.
Funny things tears sometimes they cleanse you.
poem by Nancy Handabile
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Crazed Are Some Programmed Mindsets
Giving of myself, talents and time,
Use to be an easy thing for me to do.
I didn't mind it.
I found in doing so it was enjoyed.
Until I discovered my efforts being taken for granted.
And I stopped feeling grateful to give my stuff away.
'Assuming' what I had done was appreciated.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
I then began to notice people,
Believing to be doing me the favor...
To share in the wasting of my time!
Thinking of me to be perceive as selfish.
And 'if' I had not given my best,
They wouldn't have known me at all.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
Today as I come to think about this,
I give them less of my best.
And of me it is thought I seek their attention.
That's how people into themselves think.
Until they are shown,
Doors that have been permanently closed.
And ignored are those with turned up noses.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
And their lack of consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing To Prove
Fly off the handle once again and now its too late
I hear the door slam shut youve gone and now its so late
I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you
(chorus)
Still Im sitting alone again
I feel Im riding the same thing again
And if I want to I can just shut up
Now I know that Ive got
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
And still Im fighting cuz theres
Something to prove to
I hear your car drive in the lot its 3 this morning
I dont know how to feel or what to say or should I ask
Where have you been what could I do youre drunk Im sorry
Then we lay down I feel so numb I wish youd kill me
Fly off the handle once again and now its too late
I hear the door slam shut youve gone and now its so late
I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you
Chorus
song performed by by Goldfinger
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Up Close and Vivid
There was a time,
I loved agitating.
Just to see different expressions,
Shown on people's faces.
Coming close,
To aggravation.
I knew my limitations.
I had gone to school to learn body language.
Interpersonal Communication.
And studying 'where' folks' feelings were.
You know...
Probing from afar.
Seeking to discover...
With just observation.
Who was disturbed...?
Who was emotionally disconnected,
And unnnerved.
And just 'who' was crazed?
Living on the edge...
Seeking to escape the maze of life.
Only to discover my own paranoia!
Today,
Few people are trying to hide their disgust!
Some are outright enraged.
With attempts to masquerade an outrage...
Many caring less,
If that it is shown on display!
And I am not quick to agitate...
For experimental purposes.
Not today!
Too many folks have venom in their eyes.
And I've learned to do what I've been trained to do,
From my early days of schooling.
I either wear my sunshades.
Or talk to myself!
Choosing to fit right in!
But I don't have to take notes today...
Too much of this 'stuff' is up close and vivid!
And I rehearse ducking...
Just in case a wild punch is thrown,
On its way to pay a personal visit!
These are not the times,
For one to blindly unwind...
To share false pretensions.
Too many folks are easily provoked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promoting Decadence As One's Defense
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Today those who have poise and grace,
Are as out of place...
As an alien from space.
Those who speak with confidence and truth,
Are quickly rumored to be...
Fools let loose.
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Listen to those on talk radio,
Saying things over the airwaves...
The FCC approves as okay.
But an exposed breast,
Unexpectedly addressed...
Upsets those to become enraged,
Although much worse than that...
Is displayed on TV 24 hours 'everyday'.
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Is there such a thing as,
As those who are crazed...
Being praised today?
And those desiring,
Better lives for themselves...
Being criminalized,
As if 'they' were the ones...
Who have come to terrorize our lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Cried My Last Tear Last Night
(d. warren)
Yesterday thought my world was over
Yesterday when you said good-bye
Thought Id spend my whole life just crying
Hurting inside
Oh but you know that...
I decided to pull my heart together
And chase your face from my mind
From this day on all the hurt is gone
Ill be fine
Chorus:
I cried my last tear last night baby
And Im not gonna cry,
Never never gonna cry
Im not gonna cry no more
I cried my last tear last night baby
And one thing it true
Wont be crying over you
Never again
I remember the pain you caused me
I remember the nights I cried
Now Im gonna forget you baby
Push you right out of my mind
Oh dont you know that...
I decided to find same better weather
And chase that rain right out of my sky
Im all through being sad and blue
Tell you why...
Chorus
If you think Ill be broken hearted
Think its time that you think again
cos this time I wont sit here waiting
Waiting here for the tears to end
Baby I refuse to be blue one more minute over you
And one thing is true
Wont be crying over you
Chorus
If you think Ill be broken hearted
Think its time that you think again
cos this time I wont sit here waiting
Waiting here for the tear, to end
Baby I refuse to be blue one more minute over you
And one thing is true
Wont be crying over you
Chorus
Fade
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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We Reserve The Right To Refuse Service To You
(kinky friedman, rick goldberg, j. maizel)
While traveling through the lone star state
I lost my lunch before I ate,
It happened in a pull-ahead caf. yahoo!
I felt my bones begin to crunch
I saw my name on the businessmans lunch
And the neck who owned the place stepped up to say:
hey buddy, are you blind,
Say, partner, cant you read the sign ?
We reserve the right to refuse service to you,
Take your business back to walgreens,
Have you tried your local zoo ?
You smell just like a communist,
You come on through just like a jew,
We reserve the right to refuse service to you.
Well, I walked on in to my house of god
Congregation on the nod,
Just chosen folks are doing their weekly thing.
Hear, o israel, yes indeed,
My book was backwards, couldnt read,
But I got a good rise when I heard that rabbi sing,
boruch atoh adonoi,
What the hell are you doing back there, boy ?
We reserve the right to refuse services to you,
Your friends are all on welfare
You call yourself a jew ?
You need your ticket and your tie
To zip your prayers on through,
We reserve the right to refuse services unto you.
Life from laos and cambodia
No more tears tonight they showed ya
The latest old war movies on tv.
You know its bound to escalate
So go and turn on channel eight,
Watch channel seven border channel three.
Well, I wont mind your tanks and jets and jeeps
And speaking on behalf of all my fellow creeps:
We reserve the right to refuse service to you,
Right, face, forward, move
And get the children, too.
Let saigons be bygones,
Dont you blow this world in two.
We reserve the right to refuse service to you.
Well, its just my luck that gods a texan
One big sonbitchin anglo-saxon,
Some crazy tall norwegian bore
Just to help my body shipped air-freight
From texas to the pearly gate
Just ring the bell and leave me at the door.
Ill be somewhere over jordan swinging low,
Ill hear them tape-recorded angels in lifelike stereo
Singing,
we reserve the right to refuse service to you,
Take your business back to walgreens,
Have you tried your local zoo ?
Our quotas filled for this year
On singing texas jews,
We reserve the right to refuse service to you.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Like a Magnet Glued
You can't chase me.
Chase me away.
I'm like a magnet glued.
And with you I want to stay.
You can't chase me.
Chase me away.
Whatever I have to prove...
Allow me to do that with you.
Clouds with thunder,
Whip up winds on me.
To split and break us up.
As if that is enough.
But I'm not the one easy to flee.
I just smile when the rain appears.
I want to make it clear,
I'm here for any storm!
With you I do belong!
Even when the bolt of lightning strikes...
I will not hide in fear from fright.
Or decide to a flight from sight!
Clouds with thunder,
Whip up winds on me.
To split and break us up.
As if that is enough.
But I'm not the one easy to flee.
I just smile when the rain appears.
I want to make it clear,
I'm here for any storm!
With you I do belong!
You can't chase me.
Chase me away.
Whatever I have to prove...
Allow me to do that with you.
You can't chase me.
Chase me away.
I'm like a magnet glued.
And with you I want to stay...
Whatever it takes,
To erase mistakes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Multi-facetness
A recovery from discovering a wrong has been done,
Can save one...
From a two faced reputation.
With an extra step of pride to take.
Far less pretentious.
But still refreshing.
Yet...
Today,
Two faced folks are fascinated...
By their own images.
With time taken to perfect them.
These folks can be heard often saying,
They do not discriminate.
You know...
The apple pie eating flag waving types?
Whose ancestors arrived,
Carrying Gucci packed in Louie Vitton.
And wearing only the clothes on their backs,
On the upper deck of the Queen Mary.
Since many today,
Are caught up in their own multi-facetness.
With alluring social skills intact.
And exaggerated talents,
Embellished as part of the act.
Delivering their 'When I was poor' stories.
And found entertaining,
Within certain circles of those amused.
Who themselves adorn masks!
For any occasion,
Where requests for their presence is asked.
You know...
On those tiny yachts.
And even smaller chalets in the Alps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting Seeking Pity
Never will these wounds known that I carry,
Affect you directly.
When I earned my scars you were not involved.
Not to see them inflicted when I enlisted,
Into the military.
Not to hear of my friends being killed and buried.
Or the toil that took on my emotions.
I've already done the numbing of the mind thing.
You were not there,
To see me grieve over the death of my son.
Or the pain I felt blaming myself and everyone,
Regarding how that was done.
Or when both of my marriages ended!
And I was then still quite young.
All you know is what you see.
You have no idea what is inside of me.
Or the devotion I still have for my family.
After years now spent not seeing my mom and dad.
Very close those feelings you will not believe.
Or seeing them die that has left me sad.
Nothing I do has been magically produced.
Even forgiving myself and others,
Has reduced me to tears at times.
When I know of those folks who have sacrificed their lives,
For their beliefs.
As you wallow away in pettiness...
To complain about your issues.
And how from you they wont leave!
While you invite them on a daily basis.
And you say of me for you I show no empathy?
You have no idea how much I care!
I am just not like you.
Sitting seeking pity.
Because my cries for help,
Is all I choose to do!
My knees are not intended,
To be bended and kept knelt!
Never will these wounds known that I carry,
Affect you directly.
I am too aware of those steps I've taken.
I am too aware of what it takes to celebrate life.
And too much aware of a happiness,
I have chosen to separate from what has happened.
Pulled out of despair and dragged away from strife.
I will listen!
But I am not here to compare to share to relive.
Any of your agonies on your sleeve you so willfully give.
I am here to assist your getting over it.
Not to sit with you and feast upon defeat.
I am not that kind of 'friend'.
And those friends you do not need.
So stop rehearsing your tragedies.
Let's take a hike through the park,
And hug a few trees.
Let's express to them our gratitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An ever-relished chase
It has been a long chase
For something or the other
Over these years
As a kid it was a chase
For toys and play things
As a student it was a chase
For marks and ranks
As a youth it was a chase
After career and growth
And later it was chase
For getting the right life partner
The chase continued
For off-springs’ upbring
It was later to chase
For helping children settle
Ageing made me chase
For cure from illnesses
And other physical malfunctions
Yes,
It was a long chase for
Something or the others all these days
One understanding dawned in me
That
You will not get that
Which you have not chased
And
You will not get every thing
Which you have chased
Even if you get the object of your chase
It is not going to be in that form
In which it was when you started the chase
Unfruitful chase proves frustrating
Fruitful chase exciting
Wisdom will tell you that
The pleasure is more with the act of chase
Than getting hold of the object of chase
Holding of the object of chase
And sustaining its charm
Are essential after the end of chase
Very likely, chase for objects of
Worldly significance
Takes away your energy
And a lot of time elapses
Before you get in possession
Of your chase-objects
The duration at times is so large
That you wonder at the end of the chase
As to what for this object has been chased
The one chase which
Has the least probability
Of ending and
You hardly get hold of the
Object of chase
Is the
Chase for self-actualization
Or self-realization
This is the chase after your spirit
That kept you going all these days
And that will keep you going
Till that time when you away
Spiritual scholars assure
That this chase is really exciting
And remains so for any long
Whether or not
You come across what you are chasing
Develop a taste for such a chase
As this chase
Never makes you tired
But helps you remain balanced, cool
And unmindful of happenings
Around you
It is indeed an ever-relished chase
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Starting Today
Starting today I'm not going to waste another moment
Even if I had the chance before I would have blown it
But you took me by surprise
And you caught just in time
Everyday you give me reason not to walk away
I stop believing the world's gone crazy
And if it is you'll save me
Starting today I'm not going to worry about tomorrow
I'll wash away all this fear that's left me feeling hollow
Because you make me want to try
And you caught me just in time
Everyday you give me reason not to walk away
I'll stop believing I should burn like crazy
Cos if I did you chase me
Anyway, I should have told you
So many times
That I shyed away
Somehow you always seem to
Be there, making it easy
And you give me reason to stay
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday
Oh everyday I'll stop believing that I should burn like crazy
Cos if I did you chase me
Every day you give me reason not to walk away
Starting today I'm not gonna waste another moment...
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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