| Who’s the girl inside of the
Blue-screened light
The sun is just pouring out
And everything is out of sight
Turn around the room is just
Black and white
She’s whispering
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
And it’s not true
And it’s not fair
And it’s not you
And it’s not California here
Later on, you’re
Breaking the boxes down
There’s nobody out tonight
Nobody’s hanging out
So you take the drive
That used to be almost right
And now it’s just empty lots around you
All these empty lots around you
And they don’t know
What you hold dear
And they can’t see
That it’s not California here
Come a time when I may just walk away
The sun is just barely out
The sky is completely gold
You’re the one I want to be with today
Let them say
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
And I’m not strong
And you’re not rich
And we’re not lost
Where we don’t live
And it’s not true
And it’s not fair
And there’re not us
And it’s not California here
--Hem |
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| 3.Old Song
Keep saying that you're somewhere you're nowhere at all
Now you're running on habit hanging plans on the wall
It always seemed like the tables turned easy for you
Now there's all these people tellin' you what to do
But I know that you once were somebody that had so much to say
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged
When you've got all you need sometimes you can't tell
I wonder if those big hands are holding you well
This wasn't what I had hoped for I wanted you to shine
Now it seems that you're moving down the narrowest line
But I know that you once were somebody that had so much to say
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged
Now you're lost cuz you've got yourself in the way
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged
Now they're stuck on their new found
Soon you won't be around
God I wish I was wrong
But I know that you once were somebody that had so much to say
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged
Now you're lost cuz you've got yourself in the way
Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged |
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| we leave soon. I've spent the last week being sick. yikes. |
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| "It's a metaphor for life...not all of us can be the crunchy goodness on the outside. some of us have to be the middle of the okra." "wait, so maybe I like working in the atmosphere of an exploded library." *my office is messy* I'm sick of explaining what "horses...horses...horses" means in my im tagline...I'm taking it down now. Why don't cool people know about this movie line? still waiting. |
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| i'm tired of waiting. we wait in hope... |
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