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| AWOLangel | Sun Dec 5, 2010 8:46 pm Post #21 |
 
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| LadyEmily | Mon Dec 6, 2010 7:31 am Post #22 |
 
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I'm fine, but spock says he has Aerosmith's "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" rattling around. |
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| williamslakesm | Mon Dec 6, 2010 8:57 am Post #23 |
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I hate it when I get that one stuck in my head(more often than you'd think!) |
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| LadyEmily | Mon Dec 6, 2010 9:49 am Post #24 |
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My sympathies. One of the girls at my work is really into Britney Spears, and sings her songs endlessly especially "Womanizer". I didn't know what it was until I found it on youtube, then it got stuck in MY head for days until I was able to get rid of it! |
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| TheBatlethOfTruth | Mon Dec 6, 2010 9:49 am Post #25 |
Swan Prince
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Am i the one one that cant stand that song? 
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| Sara_Paris | Mon Dec 6, 2010 10:06 am Post #26 |
That's Mrs Tom Paris to you
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Oh that is a terrible song. Truly dreadful. |
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Kol-ut-shan- Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations *****Tea, Earl Grey, Hot!***** The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it. -Nietzsche All men live enveloped in the whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. -Moby Dick | |
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| TheBatlethOfTruth | Mon Dec 6, 2010 10:09 am Post #27 |
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Phew, thank God for that so!! It's cheese central. Actually way cheesier than a Swiss cheese producing cheese factory! Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese!! |
 
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| slutpuppy | Mon Dec 6, 2010 10:47 am Post #28 |
 
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soul sister by train |
 trekslut=lus stalker rest in peace mr meowgi 12/28/10  thank you denny, i love it!!! :* | |
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| Ltpondwater9 | Mon Dec 6, 2010 4:00 pm Post #29 |
**Tomahawk Chop**
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Ashton Martin Music "...I gotta keep ballin'... |
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| LadyEmily | Mon Dec 6, 2010 4:34 pm Post #30 |
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I guess that means you don't like it, then? 
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| DNesh | Mon Dec 6, 2010 8:36 pm Post #31 |
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This morning I couldn't stop singing this.... Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. 
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| spocklet | Tue Dec 7, 2010 6:16 am Post #32 |
Live long and prosper.....!!
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You'll never get rid of THIS one !! 
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| TheBatlethOfTruth | Tue Dec 7, 2010 6:56 am Post #33 |
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I somehow woke up with Wheatus' Teenage Dirtbag in my head, and now it's stuck there... 
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| Moon | Tue Dec 7, 2010 12:47 pm Post #34 |
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"The Kids From Yesterday" by My Chemical Romance. I'm glad I like the song, I'm somewhat addicted to it at the moment. |
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| wissaboo | Sun Dec 12, 2010 1:19 pm Post #35 |
 
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now why would this be in my head violet?  man that stadium is huge. And where are they now? |
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| spocklet | Sun Dec 12, 2010 2:54 pm Post #36 |
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Live long and prosper.....!!
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Still trying to find the exits ?? 
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| R.I.P. Gummy, we'll miss you bro | |
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| Ltpondwater9 | Sun Dec 12, 2010 4:35 pm Post #37 |
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"Area Codes" Ludacris |
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| williamslakesm | Sun Dec 12, 2010 9:43 pm Post #38 |
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I think I love you-David Cassidy |
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| slutpuppy | Sun Dec 12, 2010 10:16 pm Post #39 |
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unwell matchbox twenty that is so my song, even have it as a ringer All day Staring at the ceiling Making friends with shadows on my wall All night Hearing voices telling me That I should get some sleep Because tomorrow might be good for something Hold on I'm feeling like I'm headed for a Breakdown I don't know why I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know, right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be Me Talking to myself in public Dodging glances on the train I know I know they've all been talking 'bout me I can hear them whisper And it makes me think there must be something wrong With me Out of all the hours thinking Somehow I've lost my mind I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be I been talking in my sleep Pretty soon they'll come to get me Yeah, they're taking me away I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired I know, right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be Hey, how I used to be How I used to be, yeah Well I'm just a little unwell How I used to be How I used to be edited to al lyrics |
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trekslut=lus stalker rest in peace mr meowgi 12/28/10 thank you denny, i love it!!! :* | |
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| CaptDennyCrane | Mon Dec 13, 2010 1:55 pm Post #40 |
There can be only one
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Step off the train all alone at dawn Back into the hole where I was born The sun in the sky never raised an eye to me The blood on the trax and must be mine The fool on the hill and I feel fine Don't look back cos you know what you might see Look into the wall of my mind's eye I think I know, but I don't know why The questions are the answers you might need Coming in a mess going out in style I ain't good-looking but I'm someone's child No-one can give me the air that's mine to breathe I met my maker I made him cry And on my shoulder he asked me why His people won't fly through the storm I said "Listen up man, they don't even know you're born" All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah I don't really care for what you believe So open up your fist or you won't receive The thoughts and the words of every man you'll need Get up off the floor and believe in life No-one's ever gonna ever ask you twice Get on the bus and bring it on home to me I met my maker I made him cry And on my shoulder he asked me why His people won't fly through the storm I said "Listen up man, they don't even know you're born" All my people right here, right now They know what I mean Yeah, yeah All my people right here, right now They know what I mean Yeah, yeah All my people right here, right now They know what I mean Yeah, yeah All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah |
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