Words don't seem to come so easy
When I need them oh so badly
Here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords.
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(Get Up, Get Up) Dance on the ceiling (Get Up, Get Up) you must be dreamin' Rock on young saviour, don't give up your hopes.
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My Type!!
Happy New Year Tylar!!!!!!!!
your type? I invented this type just ask sam.
I realized that I haven't commented on you're blog in a very long time, so right now, I am going to take the liberty to do so.
Hello Tylar m'dear. I am commenting on your blog. Now I haven't decided if this comment is going to be about your whole blog or just this particular post. Your whole blog is rather short, but this is also coming from the person who has been blogging for the past five years on assorted different blogs floating around the interweb. Sonny, he brings back memories of his sausage fingers. This also reminds me of that ugly man in Silverstein that you were in love with, Paul I believe, he looked like a horse. Looks, he's still alive. That guy in Hawthore Haggis isn't though, that's kind of sad. Are they still even together? If JamisonParker can break up so can HH. Do you remember Piczo sights? I just thought of them. I am going to check mine.
Love.
Sam.
Matt deleted my amazing piczo sight.
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