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October 14th, 2007 by matt
August 7 4and5815
J. Bon Jovi
It was another day
A perfect Texas afternoon
A mother and two children play
The way the always do
As they raced home from the mailbox
A mother and her son
Against a little girl of 6 years old
The independant one
The deputies went door to door
Through all the neighborhood
They said I got some news to tell you folks
I’m afraid it ain’t so good
Somehow something happened
Someone got away
Someone got the answers for what happened here today
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - August 7 4:15
God closed His eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
Now the people from the papers and the local TV news
Tried to find the reason
Cop dogs sniffed around for clues
Someone shouted “Hit and Run”
The coroner cried “Foul”
Her blue dress was what she wore
The day they laid her body down
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - August 7 4:15
God closed His eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
I know tonight that there’s an angel
Up on Heaven’s highest hill
And no one there can hurt you baby
No one ever will
Somewhere someone’s conscience is like a burning bed
The flames are all around you
How you gonna sleep again
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream - August 7 4:15
God closed His eyes and the world got mean
August 7 4:15
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October 13th, 2007 by eric
Lay Your Hands On Me
If you’re ready, I’m willing and able
Help me lay my cards out on the table
You’re mine and I’m yours for the taking
Right now the rules we made are meant for breaking
What you get ain’t always what you see
But satisfaction’s guaranteed
They say what you give is always what you need
So if you want me to lay my hands on you
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me
I’m a fighter, I’m a poet, I’m a preacher
I’ve been to school and baby, I’ve been the teacher
If you show me how to get up off the ground
I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down
Everything you want is what I need
Satisfaction’s guaranteed
But the ride don’t never ever come for free
If you want me to lay my hands on you
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me
Solo
Don’t you know I only aim to please
If you want me to lay my hands on you
Lay your hands on me
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October 12th, 2007 by matt
Staring At Your Window With A Suitcase In My Hand
J. Bon Jovi
You think you know me just because you know my name
You think you see me ’cause you’ve seen every line on my face
You want to want me just beacause I say that I want you
But does it matter if anything I’m saying is the truth
You need somebody, somebody to hold on to
But this ain’t the movies and we ain’t heroes
Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don’t give a damn
My boots just keep on walkin’, but my heart don’t understand
Why I’m staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
I said I want you, but when we woke up one of us was crying
You rolled over and all you said was -
“Man, I think I’m dying”
Our song is over, this band of gold has been feeling like a noose
You place your bets, ’cause no one thinks they’ll lose
Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don’t give a damn
My boots just keep on walkin’, but my heart don’t understand
Why I’m staring at your window…
The light of love can blind you ’til you cover up your eyes
And you try to find the reason not to say goodbye
It’s the curse of every sailor standing on dry land
Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
The night is fading, like my old tattoo
A heart and a dagger, that says “Forever”
Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don’t give a damn
I’m getting tired of talkin’, even I don’t understand
Why I’m staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
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