| - St. Patrick's Daystuck in my head:
Here, comes the cold.
Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own.
... No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
... We should take a ride tonight around the town
And look around at all the beautiful houses.
Something in the way the blue light's on the black night
Can make you feel more
Everybody it seems to me,
Just wants to be, just like you and me
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
Come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times.
February, won't you be my valentine?
ahhh. john mayer. :0)
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| I got a job! 
Gonna make me some money.
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| my teachers used to tell me that I was a dreamer. They told us of
problems in the world, and I thought I knew how to fix them all....
if only I could tell people the truth,
the real stories,
get them to put things in perspective,
care as much about people in other countries as we pretend to care about our own neighbors,
if only i could get them to see...
if only...
I had Hope.
I kept trying to tell the stories no one seemed to care about,
saying, "no, actually, it happened This way..."
small battles.
I really thought i was winning.
not really sure
if my dreams are gone,
or just my hope.
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| stuck.
in the middle o' nowhere.
nothin to do.
why did i move here again?
please come visit.
or call. yes. call.
that would be nice.
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