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Dec 31, 2009
Coffee Copeland

Copeland- Coffee

There’s plenty of time left tonight
I promised I’d have you home before daylight
We do the best we can in a small town
Act like big city kids when the sun goes down

If it’s not too late for coffee
I’ll be at your place in ten
We’ll hit that all night diner
And then we’ll see

There’s so many things I have to say
I’ll stay up all night to hear about your day
We do the best we can in a small town
Act like kids in love when the sun goes down

If it’s not too late for coffee
I’ll be at your place in ten
We’ll hit that all night diner
And then we’ll see

There’s a love that transcends
All that we’ve known of ourselves
And I’ll wait for it to come
I’ll wait for it to come
Well it’s got to be strong to touch my heart
Through its shell
And I’ll wait for it to come
I’ll wait for it to come

If it’s not too late for coffee
I’ll be at your place in ten
We’ll hit that all night diner
And then we’ll see

There’s a love that transcends
All that we’ve known of ourselves
And I’ll wait for it to come
I’ll wait for it to come
Well it’s got to be strong to touch my heart
Through its shell
And I’ll wait for it to come
I’ll wait for it to come down

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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-27) → last.fm
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I love

Kanye West’s first three albums so much.

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Dec 30, 2009
Blake's View M. Ward

M. Ward- Blake’s View

Death is just a door, Blake said it first
It’s just another room we enter, it’s a threshold that hurts
Birth is just a chorus, death is just a verse
In the great song of spring that the mockingbirds sing
We come and we go, a-weeping and a-wailing
Our heads in the hands of the nurse
Well, put your head on my shoulder, baby, tell me where it hurts
You say you lost your one and only, could it get any worse?
I said, “Death is just a door, you’ll be reunited on the other side”

Birth is just a chorus, death is just a verse
In the great song of spring that the mockingbirds sing
We come and we go, a-weeping and a-wailing
Our heads in the hands of the nurse
Well, put your head on my shoulder, baby, tell me where it hurts
You say you lost your one and only, could it possibly get any worse?
Death is just a door, you’ll be reunited on the other side
Yeah, death is just a door, you’ll be reunited on the other side
Yeah, death is just a door, you’ll be reunited by and by

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