lulusgirl
is holding an ORB
Deed

i am the most un-greedest person ever.
HEY YOU,YEAH YOU WITH THE BLUE SHIRT ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I WANT YOUR POPCORN AND MONEY ! ! ! ! !
AND YOUR HOTT BROTHER ! ! ! ! !
*laughs nervously*

how am i greedy????????????

GREEDY!!!!

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AND IT'S A NEW PAGE ! ! ! ! ! ! !
WHOO-HOO ! ! ! ! ! ! !
*starts singing 1000 words*

I know that you're hiding things,
Using gentle words to shelter me.
Your words were like a dream.
But dreams could never fool me,
Not that easily.
I acted so distant then,
Didn't say goodbye before you left.
But I was listening,
You'll fight your battles far from me,
Far too easily.

"Save your tears 'cause I'll come back."
I could hear that you whispered as you walked through that door,
But still I swore
To hide the pain,
While I turned back the pages.

Shouting might have been the answer,
What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart?
But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart.

'Cause a thousand words call out through the ages,
They'll fly to you,
Even though I can't see,
I know they're reaching you,
Suspended on silver wings.

Oh a thousand words,
One thousand embraces,
Will cradle you,
Making all of your weary days seem far away.
They'll hold you forever.

Oh a thousand words (a thousand words),
Have never been spoken (ohhh yeah),
They'll fly to you,
They'll carry you home (carry you home),
And back into my arms,
Suspended on silver wings (On silver wings),

And a thousand words (ohh),
Call out through the ages (call through the ages),
They'll cradle you (oh yeah)
Turning all of the lonely years to only days (only days),
They'll hold you forever...

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since i'm the only one who's posting around here,i'll get myself to the 11th page.

am i the only one around here that can think of a good tune to post?

THE POSTAL SERVICE LYRICS

"Such Great Heights"

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home

Me neither

*Imagines*
*Thinks*
Oh forget it.... I couldn't think of anything clever to write.