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The milk truck hauls the sun up And the paper hits the door The subway shakes my floor And I think about you Time to face the dawning gray Of another lonely day Baby, it's so hard Living without you
It's so hard Baby, it's so hard Baby, it's so hard Living without you
Ev'ryone's got something And they're out tryin' to get some more They got something to get up for Well, I ain't about to Nothing's gonna happen Nothing's gonna change Baby, it's so hard Living without you
It's so hard Baby, it's so hard Baby, it's so hard Living without you
I know what’s going on here Ain’t no mystery Y’all
have lost faith in yourselves It’s as clear as it can be
You can whine all you want to Drown in your misery Or you can listen to me Listen to me
Laugh and be happy Don’t you ever wear a frown Don’t let the bastards grind you Down
Laugh and be happy It’s a simple thing to do Believe in your dreams And your dreams will come true for
you
There’ll be a red sun shining in a sky so blue Blackbirds singing in the trees
There’s a real silver lining Up there for me and
you Listen to me Listen to me
Now the country that we’re living in
{Happy Immigrants: You mean the good ol’ USA?}
That’s right! It’s never been about keeping you out It’s about inviting you in and letting you play
Laugh and be happy Don’t you ever wear a frown Get right back on your feet Whenever they knock you
Down
You’ve got to laugh and be happy Smile right in their
face ‘Cause pretty soon You’re gonna take their
Place
They’ll come whack whack whackin’ like old man trouble Whacking on your front door They try to send you packin’
on the double But you ain’t going away no more
Laugh and be happy Don’t you ever wear a frown Don’t let the bastards grind you Down
Laugh and be happy Now listen to what I say Everything’s going to go your way You’ll be on top of the
world
If you see me walking down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe That you don't see the tears Just let me grieve In private 'cause each time I see you I break down and cry And walk on by (don't stop) And walk on by (don't stop) And walk on by
I just can't get over losing you And so if I seem broken and blue Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by And walk on by I just can't get over losing you And so if I seem broken and blue Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by And walk on by Walk on by (don't stop) Walk on by (don't stop)
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need I say love, it is a flower and you, it's only seed
It's the heart, afraid of breaking that never learns to dance It's the dream, afraid of waking that never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes
the rose
Writer(s): Amanda Mcbroom Copyright: Third Story Music Inc., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
Deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingenting, ikke for noe du kan eller vil, gleden for intet og gleden for alt, gleden fordi du er til.... (Axel Juel)
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime
When you take you gotta give so live and let live and let go oh oh oh oh
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
I could promise you things like big diamond rings
But you don’t find roses growin’ on stalks of clover
So you better think it over
Well, if sweet talking you could make it come true
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter
But what would it matter
So smile for a while and let’s be jolly love shouldn’t be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon
But if that’s what it takes to hold you I’d just as soon let you go
But there’s one thing I want you to know
You’d better look before you leap still waters run deep
And there won’t always be someone there to pull you out
And you know what I’m talking about
So smile for a while and let’s be jolly love shouldn’t be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime…..
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime…..
Writer(s): Joe South Copyright: Sony/ATV Songs LLC
Three Days Grace ~ Pain Trust me and take my hand When the lights go out you will understand
A year ago I tried to convey my feelings on knife play, on what it meant, to me.
I failed, I couldn’t do it, the experience simply too profound to define.
Here, a year on, I find myself in the same predicament, sitting here with a bag full of scrabble letters spending time trying to make coherent sentences from the random tiles representing my thoughts which haphazardly appear before me.
~
The knife rakes gloriously over my body, blade catching delectably upon minute undulations in the skin.
Sometimes slowly, deliberately, the torture extended,
sometimes quickly, a burst of strikes in swift succession, sensation taking my breath away.
Friction, burn, pain, endorphins.
Welts raised, patterns made, my body available to mark as He sees fit.
Cold blade makes contact with my trembling body, and I sigh, content, langorously groan, surrender immediate, submission complete.
I am at His mercy, and at the mercy of the chemical high which floods the synapses firing lazily, fogging my brain, rendering it calm, rendering it compliant.
I shake as the rush surges through my veins, head thrown back, a divine saturation, and somewhere in the distance His dominance plays. He alternates strokes, making me dance below Him.
Breath held, breath exhaled, tender flesh anticipating where the next stripe will form.
He’s at home as He toys with me in this barely lucid state, letting me fall under His spell, each whimper suffused with obedience as His dominance drinks it’s fill. Within this state of harmonious repose He moves me, physically, emotionally, everything acutely felt.
Whether the blade should sharply scrape and wring from me a sudden scream, or leisurely trace His mark upon my skin, I am but the marionette dangling blissfully at the end of His string.
Hold mit hjerte – bare et øjeblik
lad være og tvivl
Kom nu. Indhent mig med din kærlighed
lad os dele liv
Lad mig leve eller overleve
bare ét minut
Du er i mine tanker
en særlig duft
Du er – mit indeni
mit indeni..
En, dér ved mig her – endnu en drøm at befri
Jeg lægger mine følelser frit frem, så du kan tage
hvad du synes – gør det til dit
og mit indeni
Jeg lever i og dør for dig
jeg lever ikke for dig, men jeg lever med dig
Vent, og se! Når hele verden sover
er jeg den, der lover og sværger
Hold mit hjerte
bare et øjeblik
Lad være at tænk
når du kan nøjes med at se
Kom fugl
vis mig din hemmelighed
Den magiske dør
åbner sig for altid
Du er – mit indeni
mit indeni..
Svær at begribe, eller bare gribe i
Jeg lægger mine følelser frit frem, så du kan tage
hvad du synes – gør det til dit
og mit indeni
Lad være at tab mig
men hold mig bare et øjeblik
for du er for altid den
der rør mig mest
Og hvis du tænker på
at forlade mig
så tænk på hvordan
det vil være, foruden dit & mit Indeni
Du er mit indeni. Din for altid, mit indeni…
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