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    Saturday, January 29, 2005

    Rrrrah!


    mraz
    Originally uploaded by dzaymee.

    I'm officially a MRAZanatic!

    We've been playing Jason day in and day out at Grace's car, singing his songs sunset till sun dawn in boring lectures or while walking through the hallways...

    and I think he looks like Simply Red. Hahaha!

    Here's one.
    TONIGHT, NOT AGAIN
    The night.
    She brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek
    Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
    Clouds soothe, Shredded by the calico
    Were oh so vast and quick as I was on my own now.

    This time like every other time I believe that I never find
    Another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes
    Ocean lapping voice smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky
    And I'm all alone again tonight not again, not again, not again.

    And don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. Lovely.

    Still I'm unable to inhale all the riches
    As I'm awkward as a wound on my bones
    Still I've got cobblestone joints and plate glass points
    As I'm all by myself tonight not again not again

    And don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. Lovely.

    Well if you should nervously break down
    When its time for the shakedown would you take it
    It's when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you've made it
    And don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice.
    Lovely.

    Say it again. Lovely. So lovely. to do it again
    Again. Loving again. It's coming again.
    Lovely.

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