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Post by Paayne on Jun 14, 2008 22:50:05 GMT -5
How do I get you alone How do I get you alone
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Post by kenyon on Jun 14, 2008 22:50:15 GMT -5
All Alone now
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Post by MATTHEW on Jun 14, 2008 22:50:27 GMT -5
Till now I always got by on my own I never really cared until I met you And now it chills me to the bone How do I get you alone How do I get you alone you don't know how long i have wanted to touch your lips and hold you tight You don't know how long I have waited and I was going to tell you tonight But the secret is still my own and my love for you is still unknown
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Post by Sandy on Jun 14, 2008 22:51:43 GMT -5
Kenyon has been eliminated! The 3 remaining castaways are: Payne, Matthew, Richard The Banjo is out. The 3 remaining Irish Instruments are: Flute Pennywhistle iSurv1vor's Ready?
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Post by MATTHEW on Jun 14, 2008 22:52:37 GMT -5
JUST ELIMINATE ME LOL
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Post by Sandy on Jun 14, 2008 22:53:18 GMT -5
No you actually have the banjo, Kenyon doesn't. You're in Mat!
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Post by Sandy on Jun 14, 2008 22:53:47 GMT -5
Richard, Payne, Matthew - get ready!
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Post by MATTHEW on Jun 14, 2008 22:53:54 GMT -5
OK THEN
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Post by kenyon on Jun 14, 2008 22:54:11 GMT -5
i had it but changed it
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Post by Sandy on Jun 14, 2008 22:54:29 GMT -5
*turns on music*
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Post by Sandy on Jun 14, 2008 22:54:57 GMT -5
Song: Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve Piper
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Post by kenyon on Jun 14, 2008 22:55:49 GMT -5
Its a bittersweet symphony.. oh scrap im out
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Post by Sandy on Jun 14, 2008 22:56:24 GMT -5
*STOPS MUSIC*
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Post by richard on Jun 14, 2008 22:56:30 GMT -5
And it's a bittersweet symphony.
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Post by MATTHEW on Jun 14, 2008 22:56:37 GMT -5
Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no
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