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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0u7XorITlM/SFuUn0g4mSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/leRdUY7S7g8/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4006196234549579831.post-5145529995159206453</id><published>2009-09-06T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:32:16.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AVENGE SEVENFOLD - AFTERLIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like walking into a dream&lt;br /&gt;So unlike what you've seen&lt;br /&gt;So unsure but it seems&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we?ve been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen into this place&lt;br /&gt;Just giving you a small taste&lt;br /&gt;Of your afterlife here so stay&lt;br /&gt;You'll be back here soon anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a distant light&lt;br /&gt;But girl, this can't be right&lt;br /&gt;Such a surreal place to see&lt;br /&gt;So how did this come to be, arrived too early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of all the places&lt;br /&gt;I just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;I've come to grips with life&lt;br /&gt;And realize this is going too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't belong here, we gotta move on, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escape from this afterlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?Cause this time I'm right to move on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A place of hope and no pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect skies with no rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can leave this place but refrain&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen into this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just giving you a small taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of your afterlife here so stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll be back here soon anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This peace on earth's not right&lt;br /&gt;(With my back against the wall)&lt;br /&gt;No pain or sign of time&lt;br /&gt;(I?m much too young to fall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of place don't wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I feel wrong and that's my sign&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give me your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But realize I just wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please understand I have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And carry on my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, I gotta move on, dear&lt;br /&gt;Escape from this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;?Cause this time I'm right to move on and on&lt;br /&gt;Far away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got nothing against you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And surely I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This place full of peace and light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I?d hope you might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take me back inside when the time is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones back home all crying&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they're already missing me&lt;br /&gt;I pray by the grace of God&lt;br /&gt;That there's somebody listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;(I am unbroken, I?m choking on this ecstasy)&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I'll try so hard but You gotta let go of me&lt;br /&gt;(Unbreak me, unchain me, I need another chance to live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, I gotta move on, dear&lt;br /&gt;Escape from this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;?Cause this time I'm right to move on and on&lt;br /&gt;Far away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing against you&lt;br /&gt;And surely I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;This place full of peace and light&lt;br /&gt;And I?d hope you might&lt;br /&gt;Take me back inside when the time is right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4006196234549579831-5145529995159206453?l=wotthefuclre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/feeds/5145529995159206453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0u7XorITlM/SFuUn0g4mSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/leRdUY7S7g8/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4006196234549579831.post-4292346815594414313</id><published>2009-09-06T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:32:28.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AVENGE SEVENFOLD - SEIZE THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's empty, and cold without you here, too many people to Ache over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm too young to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These streets we travel on will undergo our same lost past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you here, now please just stay for a while&lt;br /&gt;I can move on with you around&lt;br /&gt;I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done&lt;br /&gt;We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one Picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost&lt;br /&gt;It's empty, and cold without you here, too many people to Ache over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newborn life replacing all of us, changing this fable we live In&lt;br /&gt;No longer needed here so where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;Will you take a journey tonight, follow me past the walls of Death?&lt;br /&gt;But girl, what if there is no eternal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one Picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost&lt;br /&gt;It's empty, and cold without you here, too many people to Ache over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna Die alone without you here,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what we have is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what if I never hold you, yeah, or kiss your lips again?&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, so I never want to leave you, and the memories of Us to see&lt;br /&gt;I beg don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost&lt;br /&gt;It's empty, and cold without you here, too many people to Ache over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna Die alone without you here&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what we have is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence you lost me, no chance for one more day [x2 then Continues in the background]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here dreaming alone&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from me, no chance to get back home [x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4006196234549579831-4292346815594414313?l=wotthefuclre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/feeds/4292346815594414313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/2009/09/avenge-sevenfold-seize-day-seize-day-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4006196234549579831/posts/default/4292346815594414313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4006196234549579831/posts/default/4292346815594414313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/2009/09/avenge-sevenfold-seize-day-seize-day-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Helyna Siew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150060185278114339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0u7XorITlM/SFuUn0g4mSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/leRdUY7S7g8/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4006196234549579831.post-3282488863820464246</id><published>2009-09-05T13:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:32:55.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AVENGE SEVENFOLD - DEAR GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;br /&gt;Miles away from those I love&lt;br /&gt;Hope is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;While I recall all the words you spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but wish that I was there&lt;br /&gt;And where I'd love to be, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;Is to hold her when I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;When I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;But I left her when I found her&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm missing you again, oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here for me on this barren road&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here while the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And all the shops are closed&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but think of the times I've had with you&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;br /&gt;To hold her when I'm not around,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;I left her when I found her&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some search, never finding a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before long, they waste away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found you, something told me to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave in, to selfish ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I miss someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When hope begins to fade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;br /&gt;Miles away from those I love&lt;br /&gt;Hope is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;br /&gt;To hold her when I'm not around,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need the person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;I left her when I found her&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4006196234549579831-3282488863820464246?l=wotthefuclre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/feeds/3282488863820464246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/2009/09/lonely-road-crossed-another-cold-state.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4006196234549579831/posts/default/3282488863820464246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4006196234549579831/posts/default/3282488863820464246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/2009/09/lonely-road-crossed-another-cold-state.html' title=''/><author><name>Helyna Siew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150060185278114339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0u7XorITlM/SFuUn0g4mSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/leRdUY7S7g8/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4006196234549579831.post-1013794259558085947</id><published>2009-09-05T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:33:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE - ALL THESE THINGS I HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once more I'll say goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things happen, but we don't really know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if it's supposed to be like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do most of us ignore the chance to miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torn apart at the seams of my dreams turn to tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not feeling the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Run away try to find that safe place you can hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the best place to be when you're feeling like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me! (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All these things I hate revolve around Me! (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Just back off before i snap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more you tell those lies to me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just be straight up with honesty (honesty,honesty)&lt;br /&gt;When you say those things in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always tell me what you wanna hear (wana hear,wanna hear)&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah (yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear your heart on your sleeve make things hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling the situation&lt;br /&gt;Run away try to find that safe place you can hide&lt;br /&gt;It's the best place to be when you're feeling like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me! (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;All these things I hate revolve around me (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Just back off before I snap and you'll see! (me)&lt;br /&gt;Me! (Me)&lt;br /&gt;All these things I hate revolve around me (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Just back off before I snap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart at the seams of my dreams turn to tears&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling the situation&lt;br /&gt;Run away try to find that safe place you can hide&lt;br /&gt;It's the best place to be when you're feeling like me&lt;br /&gt;(it's the best place to be when you're!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me! (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;All these things I hate revolve around me (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Just back off before I snap and you'll see (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Me! (Me)&lt;br /&gt;All these things I hate revolve around me (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Just back off before I snap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4006196234549579831-1013794259558085947?l=wotthefuclre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/feeds/1013794259558085947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-more-ill-say-goodbye-to-you-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4006196234549579831/posts/default/1013794259558085947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4006196234549579831/posts/default/1013794259558085947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-more-ill-say-goodbye-to-you-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Helyna Siew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150060185278114339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0u7XorITlM/SFuUn0g4mSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/leRdUY7S7g8/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4006196234549579831.post-2997256283332640154</id><published>2009-09-04T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:33:33.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOST PROPHETS - LAST TRAIN HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One! Two! Three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every broken heart in here&lt;br /&gt;Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared&lt;br /&gt;She told me that it's all a part of the choices that your making&lt;br /&gt;Even when you think you're right&lt;br /&gt;You have to give to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As it fades away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more time to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more time, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you're listening&lt;br /&gt;Picking up on the signals&lt;br /&gt;Sent back from within&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like I don't really know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;br /&gt;As it fades away&lt;br /&gt;No more time to care&lt;br /&gt;No more time, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we sing if we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing if it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason to ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going no where&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing with out a reason to never fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To never fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4006196234549579831-2997256283332640154?l=wotthefuclre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/feeds/2997256283332640154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-two-three-to-every-broken-heart-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4006196234549579831/posts/default/2997256283332640154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4006196234549579831/posts/default/2997256283332640154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotthefuclre.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-two-three-to-every-broken-heart-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Helyna Siew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12150060185278114339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0u7XorITlM/SFuUn0g4mSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/leRdUY7S7g8/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
