Lebensraum

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Sick

Sick does not literally mean sick of a bacteria or a virus. This time it is brain sick and I am brain dead. I have no inspiration to write anything. Maybe after Mr Ong [Hi! if you're reading this] lends me that Element of Style Book tomorrow, I shall have more to blog.

So, I shall post some boring lyrics here that nobody reads, just to fill up this post. Lol.

Perfect Day by Clay Aiken

I was Fading last night,
Lost out in the cold,
Couldnt see the light,
Then she opened up the door.

I came in from the dark,
And Fell Into Her Arms,
Just in time,

And Now i know that i've,
Have left the past behind, Wont let it go.

[Chorus:]
You could tell me tonight,
That maybe the world would end,
That the sun wouldnt rise,
Or it was gonna rain again.
Just as long as shes in my arms,
Its gonna be a perfect day.

Theres a look in her eyes,
It makes me feel alright.
It lights the perfect sky,
That i couldnt see before.
That she helped me to find.
Now that ive seen her shine.
I know that ill never be alone

Because Now i know that i've,
Have left the past behind, Wont let it go.

[Chorus]
Its gonna be a perfect day.

I think i lost you in another life,
A part of me that i left behind.
I wont go up without you.

And now i know that i've,
have put the past behind,
Ill let it go.

[Chorus x2]

Its gonna be a perfect day


Just found out Mr Ong was too lazy to take the book from somewhere. Guess I shall have to rely on myself for tomorrrow's post.

TakaGoble
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