﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>pickles25's Xanga</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from pickles25</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Tuesday, May 17, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/264486829/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/264486829/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2005 17:54:35 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;
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Xanga is dead to me.&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://pickles25.xanga.com/264486829/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, May 14, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/262587438/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/262587438/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 19:42:02 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;
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Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by.&lt;br&gt;

I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy."&lt;br&gt;

To have a girl like her&lt;br&gt;

is truly a dream come true.&lt;br&gt;

Out of all of the fellas in the world&lt;br&gt;

she belongs to you...&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

But it was just my imagination&lt;br&gt;

running away with me.&lt;br&gt;

It was just my imagination&lt;br&gt;

running away with me...&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hooh&lt;br&gt;

Soon we'll be married.. &lt;br&gt;

and raise a family.&lt;br&gt;

In a cozy, little home out in the country&lt;br&gt;

with two children, maybe three.&lt;br&gt;

I tell you, I can visualize it all.&lt;br&gt;

This couldn't be a dream for too real it all seems.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

But it was just my imagination -- once again --&lt;br&gt;

running away with me.&lt;br&gt;

I tell you it was just my imagination&lt;br&gt;

running away with me...&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Every night, on my knees I pray,&lt;br&gt;

"Dear Lord, hear my plea...&lt;br&gt;

don't ever let another take her love from me &lt;br&gt;

or I will surely die.."&lt;br&gt;

Ooh, her love is heavenly;&lt;br&gt;

when her arms enfold me,&lt;br&gt;

I hear a tender rhapsody...&lt;br&gt;

but in reality, she doesn't even know me&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Just my imagination -- once again --&lt;br&gt;

running away with me.&lt;br&gt;

Tell you it was just my imagination&lt;br&gt;

running away with me.&lt;br&gt;

I never met her, but I can't forget her.&lt;br&gt;

Just my imagination..&lt;br&gt;

-- ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah --&lt;br&gt;

running away with me </description><comments>http://pickles25.xanga.com/262587438/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, May 11, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/260623166/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/260623166/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2005 20:31:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;
Another head hangs lowly, &lt;br&gt;

Child is slowly taken. &lt;br&gt;

And the violence caused such silence, &lt;br&gt;

Who are we mistaken? &lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. &lt;br&gt;

In your head, in your head they are fighting, &lt;br&gt;

With their tanks and their bombs, &lt;br&gt;

And their bombs and their guns. &lt;br&gt;

In your head, in your head, they are crying... &lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

In your head, in your head, &lt;br&gt;

Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;br&gt;

Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, &lt;br&gt;

In your head, &lt;br&gt;

Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;br&gt;

Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou... &lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Another mother's breakin', &lt;br&gt;

Heart is taking over. &lt;br&gt;

When the vi'lence causes silence, &lt;br&gt;

We must be mistaken. &lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen. &lt;br&gt;

In your head, in your head they're still fighting, &lt;br&gt;

With their tanks and their bombs, &lt;br&gt;

And their bombs and their guns. &lt;br&gt;

In your head, in your head, they are dying... &lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

In your head, in your head, &lt;br&gt;

Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;br&gt;

Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, &lt;br&gt;

In your head, &lt;br&gt;

Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;br&gt;

Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, &lt;br&gt;

Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a... </description><comments>http://pickles25.xanga.com/260623166/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, May 09, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/259385711/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/259385711/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 23:08:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baby, let's cruise away from here&lt;br&gt;Don't be confused, the way is clear&lt;br&gt;And if you want it you got it forever&lt;br&gt;This is not a one night stand, babe, yeah&lt;br&gt;So let the music take your mind, whoa&lt;br&gt;Just release and you will find&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your gonna fly away, glad your going my way&lt;br&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br&gt;The music is playing for love &lt;br&gt;Cruisin' is made for love&lt;br&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Babe, tonight belongs to us&lt;br&gt;Everything's right, do what you must&lt;br&gt;And inch by inch we get closer and closer&lt;br&gt;To every little part of each other&lt;br&gt;Ooh, babe, yes&lt;br&gt;Let the music take your mind, babe&lt;br&gt;Just release and you would find&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your gonna fly away, glad you're going way&lt;br&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br&gt;Music is playin' for love &lt;br&gt;Cruisin' is made for love&lt;br&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Cruise with me, babe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Cruise with me, babe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cruuuuuuuuuise&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, oh, babe, yeah&lt;br&gt;Oooooh, babe &lt;br&gt;Oooooh, ooooooh&lt;br&gt;Aaaah, Babe&lt;br&gt;So good to cruise with you, babe&lt;br&gt;So good to cruise with you&lt;br&gt;Ooooooh, yeah&lt;br&gt;You need me, babe&lt;br&gt;Aaaaah, babe loves crusin'&lt;br&gt;Let's flow, let's glide&lt;br&gt;Ooooh let's open up, and go inside&lt;br&gt;And if you want it you got it forever&lt;br&gt;I can just stay there inside you&lt;br&gt;And love you, babe, oh&lt;br&gt;Let the music take your mind&lt;br&gt;Just release and you would find&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your gonna fly, yeah, glad you're going way&lt;br&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br&gt;The music is for love, cruisin' is made for love&lt;br&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br&gt;Oh, babe&lt;br&gt;We gonna fly away&lt;br&gt;Ohhh, yeah&lt;br&gt;Plan to go my way&lt;br&gt;I love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;br&gt;The music is for love, cruisin' is made for love&lt;br&gt;I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it      &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://pickles25.xanga.com/259385711/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, May 08, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/258163100/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/258163100/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2005 02:51:17 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/angry.gif"&gt; My background isn't working anymore. That gets me angry.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Ah, now I don't hardly know her &lt;br&gt;
But I think I could love her &lt;br&gt;
Crimson and clover &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Ah when she comes walking over &lt;br&gt;
Now I've been waitin' to show her &lt;br&gt;
Crimson and clover over and over &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Yeah, my, my such a sweet thing &lt;br&gt;
I wanna do everything &lt;br&gt;
What a beautiful feeling &lt;br&gt;
Crimson and clover over and over &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Crimson and clover over and over &lt;br&gt;
Crimson and clover over and over &lt;br&gt;
Crimson and clover over and over &lt;br&gt;
Crimson and clover over and over &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><comments>http://pickles25.xanga.com/258163100/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, May 02, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/254586203/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/254586203/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2005 20:58:27 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;
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I haven't posted for a while. Wow. I was in Cancin for those of you I
haven't told. It was so awesome. Man I love it there. I have to go
again next year. Well I would write about it but I dont feel like it. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face&lt;br&gt;

Do You Realize - we're floating in space -&lt;br&gt;

Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry&lt;br&gt;

Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know&lt;br&gt;

You realize that life goes fast&lt;br&gt;

It's hard to make the good things last&lt;br&gt;

You realize the sun doesn't go down&lt;br&gt;

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh&lt;br&gt;

Do You Realize - that everyone you know&lt;br&gt;

Someday will die -&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know&lt;br&gt;

You realize that life goes fast&lt;br&gt;

It's hard to make the good things last&lt;br&gt;

You realize the sun doesn't go down&lt;br&gt;

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face&lt;br&gt;

Do You Realize&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://pickles25.xanga.com/254586203/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 21, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/246755222/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/246755222/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2005 03:24:03 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please answer these:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What would you do if:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;I killed myself :&lt;br&gt;I said I liked you:&lt;br&gt;I kissed you:&lt;br&gt;I lived next door to you:&lt;br&gt;I started smoking:&lt;br&gt;I stole something:&lt;br&gt;I was hospitalized:&lt;br&gt;I ran away from home:&lt;br&gt;I got into a fight and you weren't there:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What do you think of:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;my eyes:&lt;br&gt;my face:&lt;br&gt;my hair:&lt;br&gt;my smile:&lt;br&gt;my clothes:&lt;br&gt;my personality:&lt;br&gt;me:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) gotten drunk&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br&gt;
( )&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been in love &lt;br&gt;( ) been dumped &lt;br&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br&gt;( ) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br&gt;( ) been arrested &lt;br&gt;( ) made out with a stranger &lt;br&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;) lied to a friend&lt;br&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br&gt;( ) been to Europe&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) skipped school&lt;br&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br&gt;(x)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had a crush on one of your friends&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) been to Mexico&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) been on a plane&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show &lt;br&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br&gt;( ) purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) eaten Sushi&lt;br&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br&gt;(x) met someone in person from the internet&lt;br&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) taken painkillers &lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) made a snow angel&lt;br&gt;(x) had a tea party &lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) flown a kite&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) built a sand castle&lt;br&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) played dress up&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;) gone sledding&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x)cheated while playing a game&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) been lonely&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br&gt;( ) used a fake id&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;) watched the sun set&lt;br&gt;(x) felt an earthquake&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) touched a snake&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) slept beneath the stars&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) been tickled &lt;br&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) been misunderstood&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;) petted a reindeer/goat&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x)won a contest&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) run a red light&lt;br&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br&gt;( ) been in a car accident&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;)had braces&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) felt like an outcast&lt;br&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night &lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) had deja vu&lt;br&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) hated the way you look&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) witnessed a crime&lt;br&gt;( ) pole danced &lt;br&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) been lost&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) been to the opposite side of the country &lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) swam in the ocean&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) felt like dying&lt;br&gt;( ) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers &lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;) sung karaoke&lt;br&gt;( ) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) made prank phone calls when you were younger&lt;br&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br&gt;(x) danced in the rain&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br&gt;( ) been kissed under the mistletoe &lt;br&gt;( ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br&gt;
(x) blown bubbles&lt;br&gt;(x) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br&gt;(x) gone rollerskating&lt;br&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br&gt;( ) humped a monkey &lt;br&gt;( ) worn pearls&lt;br&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge &lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )screamed penis in public &lt;br&gt;(x) ate dog/cat food &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(x) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( ) kissed a mirror &lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;x)sang in the shower&lt;br&gt;(x) have a little black dress&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br&gt;( ) kissed a fish &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;br&gt;( ) been a cheerleader &lt;br&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br&gt;
(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br&gt;( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;) had a tree house in elementry&lt;br&gt;(/) are scared to watch scary movies &lt;br&gt;( ) believe in ghosts&lt;br&gt;( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br&gt;(x) played ding-dong-ditch&lt;br&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) played chicken&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(x) pushed into a pool/lake with all your clothes on&lt;br&gt;(x) been told you're beautiful by a complete stranger&lt;br&gt;(x) broken a bone&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it &lt;br&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br&gt;
( ) cried so hard you laughed &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( )mooned someone &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (xxxxx) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br&gt;( ) had a Britney Spears CD&lt;br&gt;
(x) forgotten someone's name?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( ) slept naked&lt;br&gt;(x) French braided someone's hair?&lt;br&gt;( ) grown a beard&lt;br&gt;( ) belong to the KKK&lt;br&gt;(?) rule at life&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;?= I dont know&lt;br&gt;
/= Kind of&lt;br&gt;
x= yes&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
now for some lyrics:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel&lt;br&gt;

My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Touching you, touching me&lt;br&gt;

touching you, god you're touching me&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

I believe in a thing called love&lt;br&gt;

Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;br&gt;

There's a chance we could make it now&lt;br&gt;

We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down&lt;br&gt;

I believe in a thing called love&lt;br&gt;

Ooh!&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day&lt;br&gt;

You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Touching you, touching me&lt;br&gt;

touching you, god you're touching me&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

I believe in a thing called love&lt;br&gt;

Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;br&gt;

There's a chance we could make it now&lt;br&gt;

We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down&lt;br&gt;

I believe in a thing called love&lt;br&gt;

Ooh! Guitar!&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

Touching you, touching me&lt;br&gt;

touching you, god you're touching me&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

I believe in a thing called love&lt;br&gt;

Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;br&gt;

There's a chance we could make it now&lt;br&gt;

We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down&lt;br&gt;

I believe in a thing called love&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://pickles25.xanga.com/246755222/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 14, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/242115253/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/242115253/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2005 03:24:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font color="#666655" face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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It was a slow day&lt;br&gt;
And the sun was beating&lt;br&gt;
On the soldiers by the side of the road&lt;br&gt;
There was a bright light&lt;br&gt;
A shattering of shop windows&lt;br&gt;
The bomb in the baby carriage&lt;br&gt;
Was wired to the radio&lt;br&gt;
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These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
This is the long distance call&lt;br&gt;
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to us all&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br&gt;
That's dying in a corner of the sky&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
And don't cry baby, don't cry&lt;br&gt;
Don't cry&lt;br&gt;
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It was a dry wind&lt;br&gt;
And it swept across the desert&lt;br&gt;
And it curled into the circle of birth&lt;br&gt;
And the dead sand&lt;br&gt;
Falling on the children&lt;br&gt;
The mothers and the fathers&lt;br&gt;
And the automatic earth&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
This is the long distance call&lt;br&gt;
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to us all&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br&gt;
That's dying in a corner of the sky&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
And don't cry baby, don't cry&lt;br&gt;
Don't cry&lt;br&gt;
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It's a turn-around jump shot&lt;br&gt;
It's everybody jump start&lt;br&gt;
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts&lt;br&gt;
Medicine is magical and magical is art&lt;br&gt;
The Boy in the Bubble&lt;br&gt;
And the baby with the baboon heart&lt;br&gt;
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And I believe&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of lasers in the jungle&lt;br&gt;
Lasers in the jungle somewhere&lt;br&gt;
Staccato signals of constant information&lt;br&gt;
A loose affiliation of millionaires&lt;br&gt;
And billionaires and baby&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
This is the long distance call&lt;br&gt;
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to us all&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br&gt;
That's dying in a corner of the sky&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
And don't cry baby, don't cry&lt;br&gt;
Don't cry&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://pickles25.xanga.com/242115253/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, April 05, 2005</title><link>http://pickles25.xanga.com/236240606/item/</link><guid>http://pickles25.xanga.com/236240606/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2005 04:00:43 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;pre&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Hey baby they're playin' our song&lt;br&gt; The one we used to hear when we used to get along&lt;br&gt; Hey baby they're playin' our song&lt;br&gt; Let's get back together that's where we belong&lt;br&gt; It's the one with the pretty melody&lt;br&gt; It's the one that made you fall in love with me&lt;br&gt; It made us feel so groovy&lt;br&gt; We fell in love, just like in the movies&lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt; Hey baby they're playin' our song&lt;br&gt; The one they used to play when we used to get along&lt;br&gt; Hey baby they're playin' our song&lt;br&gt; Let's get back together that's where we belong&lt;br&gt; Pleasant memories are comin' back to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Can't you remember the way it used to be&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; It made us feel like dancin'&lt;br&gt; It gave us time to think about romancin'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; (hey, baby, hey, baby)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Hey, baby, hey, baby   &lt;br&gt; They're playin' our song &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://thursdays.com/pic200/buckinghams9812.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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This is the story of a girl&lt;br&gt;
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br&gt;
And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br&gt;
I absolutely love her&lt;br&gt;
When she SMILES&lt;br&gt;
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Now how many days in a year&lt;br&gt;
She woke up with hope&lt;br&gt;
But she only found tears&lt;br&gt;
Now I can be so insincere&lt;br&gt;
Makin her promises never for real&lt;br&gt;
As long as she stands there waiting&lt;br&gt;
Wearin the holes in the soles of her shoes&lt;br&gt;
Now how many days disappear&lt;br&gt;
When you look in the mirror&lt;br&gt;
So how do you choose&lt;br&gt;
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Your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br&gt;
And your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br&gt;
But you never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This is the story of a girl&lt;br&gt;
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br&gt;
And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br&gt;
I absolutely love her&lt;br&gt;
When she SMILES&lt;br&gt;
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Now how many lovers would stay&lt;br&gt;
Just to put up with this&lt;br&gt;
Every day and all day&lt;br&gt;
Now how did we wind up this way&lt;br&gt;
Watchin our mouths for the words that we say&lt;br&gt;
As long as we stand here waiting&lt;br&gt;
Wearin the clothes or the soles that we choose&lt;br&gt;
Now how do we get there today&lt;br&gt;
When we're walkin too far for the price of our shoes&lt;br&gt;
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Your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br&gt;
And your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br&gt;
But you never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This is the story of a girl&lt;br&gt;
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br&gt;
And while she looks so sad and lonely there&lt;br&gt;
I absolutely love her&lt;br&gt;
When she SMILES&lt;br&gt;
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:guitar solo:&lt;br&gt;
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Well your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br&gt;
And your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br&gt;
You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This is the story of a girl&lt;br&gt;
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br&gt;
And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br&gt;
I absolutely love her&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This is the story of a girl&lt;br&gt;
Her pretty face she hid from the world&lt;br&gt;
And while she looks so sad and lonely there&lt;br&gt;
I absolutely love her&lt;br&gt;
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This is the story of a - girl&lt;br&gt;
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br&gt;
And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br&gt;
I absolutely love her&lt;br&gt;
When she SMILES&lt;br&gt;
Oh when she SMI-ILES!&lt;br&gt;
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