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Trashed White Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:40 pm
ok, so.. iunno what I did, but if that's the way you want it, that's the way you can have it.
Byenow<33
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Trashed White Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 2:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:58 am
I'm a little confused about this as well.
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Ashton Silver Vice Captain
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Trashed White Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 9:58 pm
uh.. nvm..
my bad
surprised
sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:02 am
I been working so hard
Keep punching my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I get this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut
(Chorus)
Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're yearning, burning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut
(Chorus)
Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo
C'mon, c'mon let go
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
FIRST - we got to turn you around
SECOND - You put your feet on the ground
THIRD - Now take a hold of your soul
FOUR - Whooooooooa, I'm turning it
Loose, FOOTLOOSE
(Chorus)
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Trashed White Vice Captain
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Trashed White Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 5:49 pm
Grow Up and Blow Away
Floating the room
Two by two
From the womb
To the holiday
There is no holiday
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Needing something to go on
If she weren't writing in blood
She'd bring him her jokes
A new liver
And a shovel for the mud
If he were not knee-deep in mud
He'd bring her his drugs
He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Nobody knows which street to take
He took the easy way
What was the easy way?
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
She always thought she would not.
If she weren't writing in blood
She'd bring him her jokes
A new liver
And a shovel for the mud
If he were not knee-deep in mud
He'd bring her his drugs
He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Her body is the baby.
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
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