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Saturday, August 30
I want to run
I want to hide I want to tear down the walls That hold me inside I want to reach out And touch the flame Where the streets have no name I want to feel sunlight on my face I see the dust cloud disappear Without a trace I want to take shelter from the poison rain Where the streets have no name The city's aflood And our love turns to rust We're beaten and blown by the wind Trampled in dust I'll show you a place High on a desert plain Where the streets have no name Where the streets have no name Where the streets have no name We're still building Then burning down love Burning down love And when I go there I go there with you It's all I can do Our love turns to rust We're beaten and blown by the wind Blown by the wind Oh, and I see love See our love turn to rust We're beaten and blown by the wind Blown by the wind Oh, when I go there I go there with you It's all I can do U2 "Where the streets have no name" dammit. i can't find my joshua tree album and i can't use kazaa anymore! i hate this feeling of wanting to hear a certain song but the only way possible to sing it to yourself.
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i feel stupid but its something that comes and goes:i've been changing think its
funny how no one knows:we dont talk about the little things that we do
without:when that whole mad season comes around || and you've been so busy lately that you haven't found the
time to open up your mind and watch the world spinning gently out of time leather pigskins click click amanda beks lock ghim morgan brian huilin ian vinz klem kwek dehan jimmy winston |