<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:01.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs in My Head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-4005566749480578522</id><published>2007-06-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:13:18.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home - Daughtry</title><content type='html'>I'm staring out into the night,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the place where love&lt;br /&gt;And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.&lt;br /&gt;And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles are getting longer it seems,&lt;br /&gt;The closer I get to you.&lt;br /&gt;I've not always been the best man or friend for you.&lt;br /&gt;But your love remains true&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to give me another try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you just might get it all&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it all,&lt;br /&gt;And then some you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you just might get it all&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it all, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I said these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-4005566749480578522?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/4005566749480578522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/4005566749480578522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-daughtry.html' title='Home - Daughtry'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-5803917083188106294</id><published>2007-06-07T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:07:50.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Friends Electric - Moloko</title><content type='html'>It's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And the paint's peeling off of my walls&lt;br /&gt;There's a man outside&lt;br /&gt;In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Now the light fades out&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;In a room like this&lt;br /&gt;There's a knock on the door&lt;br /&gt;And just for a second I thought&lt;br /&gt;I remembered you&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Now I can think for myself&lt;br /&gt;About our little deals&lt;br /&gt;And Issues&lt;br /&gt;And things that I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;But I told a white lie that night&lt;br /&gt;I lost my touch at times&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it mean anything to you&lt;br /&gt;So I open the door&lt;br /&gt;It's the friend that I'd left in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;'Please sit down'&lt;br /&gt;A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed&lt;br /&gt;You know I hate to ask&lt;br /&gt;But are friends electric?&lt;br /&gt;Only mine's broke down&lt;br /&gt;And now I've no-one to love&lt;br /&gt;So I found out your reasons&lt;br /&gt;For the phone calls and smiles&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;And I should never have tried&lt;br /&gt;And I missed you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Still it's time to leave&lt;br /&gt;You see you meant everything to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-5803917083188106294?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/5803917083188106294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/5803917083188106294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-friends-electric-moloko.html' title='Are Friends Electric - Moloko'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-2513606038601484423</id><published>2007-06-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:06:49.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You're Gonna Leave - Emerson Hart</title><content type='html'>Maybe i'm the joker&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm the fool in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm the weak one&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm a lie in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm angry&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm the one whos always wrong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm not the one whos so strong&lt;br /&gt;But did ya think about it&lt;br /&gt;Did ya pull it in and pull out&lt;br /&gt;Could you live without me&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever really have a doubt&lt;br /&gt;But do you understand it baby&lt;br /&gt;When you say its over its done&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm not the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If you're gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Ya you better get going&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt;What ya did and what ya didn't&lt;br /&gt;So if you're gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Ya you better start running&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt;What it might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can stand on reason&lt;br /&gt;We can fight about all the things&lt;br /&gt;This isn't for forever&lt;br /&gt;This is more than a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;But do you understand it baby&lt;br /&gt;When you say its over its done&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm not the one&lt;br /&gt;So If you're gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Ya you better get going&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt;What I did and what I didn't&lt;br /&gt;So if you're gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Ya you better start running&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa did it happen again&lt;br /&gt;The things that you wanted for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;How did it happen again&lt;br /&gt;Just look onward baby cause some day you might need a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If you're gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Ya you better get going&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt;What we did and what we didn't&lt;br /&gt;So if you're gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Ya you better start running&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt;I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt;What it might have been&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-2513606038601484423?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/2513606038601484423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/2513606038601484423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-youre-gonna-leave-emerson-hart.html' title='If You&apos;re Gonna Leave - Emerson Hart'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-9076398717109295916</id><published>2007-04-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:08:26.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tell Me What We're Gonna Do Now" - Joss Stone</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have arrived&lt;br /&gt;Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;It's for the world world world world&lt;br /&gt;Uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE]&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to make your mind up&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna take my time with you&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;If that's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Oh forgive me if I get too shy but&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the reason why, love&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethin' bout the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oooh it just makes me feel so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;When my mind's void&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy&lt;br /&gt;You're the dream when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And hey I'm for ya yeah I adore ya &lt;br /&gt;you're everything &lt;br /&gt;That I need&lt;br /&gt;And I love how you love me&lt;br /&gt;If I'm made for you&lt;br /&gt;you're made for me&lt;br /&gt;It's too good to be&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE]&lt;br /&gt;Funny how my world keeps spinnin'&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you can be so silly&lt;br /&gt;You know just how to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, your skin is so lovely&lt;br /&gt;It moves me when you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I know that you got my back&lt;br /&gt;It feels so safe when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;It's already like you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind's void&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy&lt;br /&gt;You're the dream when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And hey I'm for ya yeah I adore ya &lt;br /&gt;you're everything that I need&lt;br /&gt;I love how you love me&lt;br /&gt;If I'm made for you&lt;br /&gt;you're made for me&lt;br /&gt;It's too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;Oh right now&lt;br /&gt;See baby I love how you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave please stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this happen&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Common]&lt;br /&gt;Right now lets stay in the present&lt;br /&gt;Can't worry bout tomorrow cause today is a blessin&lt;br /&gt;The world in a state of aggression&lt;br /&gt;I find calm in you&lt;br /&gt;I see my mom in you&lt;br /&gt;It's like a feelin' in ya stomach&lt;br /&gt;when you want it so bad&lt;br /&gt;If we keep keeping it fresh&lt;br /&gt;it ain't gonna go bad&lt;br /&gt;I've been through the valley of love&lt;br /&gt;Rode through the shores of Cali&lt;br /&gt;just to find peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Looking to the sky&lt;br /&gt;asking for at least a sign&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful you came at such a decent time&lt;br /&gt;When we combine it's like good food and wine&lt;br /&gt;Flavorful yet refined&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of the divine&lt;br /&gt;So easy&lt;br /&gt;Love can be lost and then found, like Stevie&lt;br /&gt;I just love having you around&lt;br /&gt;you wearing the gown&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing the crown&lt;br /&gt;pound for pound&lt;br /&gt;we the freshest couple in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;When my mind's void&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream&lt;br /&gt;And hey I'm for ya yeah I adore ya&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;And I love how you love me baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm made for you oh&lt;br /&gt;you're made for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh tell me what we're gonna do &lt;br /&gt;Tell me what we're gonna do &lt;br /&gt;Tell me what we're gonna do &lt;br /&gt;Tell me what we're gonna do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-9076398717109295916?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/9076398717109295916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/9076398717109295916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/04/tell-me-what-were-gonna-do-now-joss.html' title='&quot;Tell Me What We&apos;re Gonna Do Now&quot; - Joss Stone'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-475190169547374468</id><published>2007-02-09T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:02:57.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Like That - Michelle Branch</title><content type='html'>Well you stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get it back.&lt;br /&gt;But look me in the eye, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you love me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Why you love me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've walked this world&lt;br /&gt;Five times or more.&lt;br /&gt;And after all this walking, babe&lt;br /&gt;Still got me crawlin' on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Crawlin' on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;This world keeps on turning.&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;How can you turn and walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;How can you turn your back?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you love me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Why you love me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought you listened,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shattered like broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought that we'd be different, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I thought that we would last.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that we would last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;This world keeps on spinnin'.&lt;br /&gt;Every minute that you're in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Love me or leave me, baby&lt;br /&gt;But don't lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;With lovin' like yours,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was your gypsy&lt;br /&gt;Throwin' diamonds at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Driftin' round you like a satellite&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;This world keeps on turning.&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me yearning and yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you just break away?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you find the words to say?&lt;br /&gt;Love is something you work at.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you love me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Why you love me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Why you love me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you throw us away&lt;br /&gt;Look at what you lost and&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is shades of grey&lt;br /&gt;And now you're pushin' me away&lt;br /&gt;Say all the things you need to say&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were goin' all the way&lt;br /&gt;Play all the games you wanna play&lt;br /&gt;Slowly that we just fade away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-475190169547374468?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/475190169547374468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/475190169547374468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-me-like-that-michelle-branch.html' title='Love Me Like That - Michelle Branch'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-2304145553185792730</id><published>2007-02-02T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:02:59.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day - Rosie Thomas</title><content type='html'>so much for love,&lt;br /&gt;guess i've been wrong&lt;br /&gt;but it's all right,&lt;br /&gt;'cuz i'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;i've got my car all packed with cassette tapes&lt;br /&gt;and sweaters and loose change and cheap cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna drive thru the hills with my hand out&lt;br /&gt;the window and sing till i run out of words.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna stop at every truck stop,&lt;br /&gt;make small talk with waiters and truck driving men.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna fall asleep in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;w/ noone around but me and my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be so great&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be just like my wedding day,&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough of love,&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to give up&lt;br /&gt;so good to be good to myself&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna get on the highway with no destination&lt;br /&gt;and plenty of visions i mind&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna drive to the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;go skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;blow kisses to venus and mars&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna stop at every bar and flirt the cowboys in front their girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be so great&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be just like my wedding day,&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for love,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've been wrong&lt;br /&gt;but it's all right cuz i'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna drive over hills, over mountains, and canyons&lt;br /&gt;and boys that keep bringin me down&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;drink good wine in vineyards&lt;br /&gt;and get asked to dance&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by, never ever ever again&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be so great&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be so great&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be just like my wedding day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-2304145553185792730?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/2304145553185792730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/2304145553185792730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/02/wedding-day-rosie-thomas.html' title='Wedding Day - Rosie Thomas'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116924576277996093</id><published>2007-01-19T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:04:01.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Over - Chris Daughtry</title><content type='html'>I was blown away&lt;br /&gt;But what could I say&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed to make sence.&lt;br /&gt;Your taking away every thing&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do without.&lt;br /&gt;I try to see the good in life. &lt;br /&gt;The good things in life are hard to find. &lt;br /&gt;We're blowin away, blownin away &lt;br /&gt;Can we make this something good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll try to do to it right this time around &lt;br /&gt;It's not over, &lt;br /&gt;Try to do it right this time around &lt;br /&gt;It's not over &lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground. &lt;br /&gt;This love is killin me &lt;br /&gt;But your the only one &lt;br /&gt;It's not over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken all I can take &lt;br /&gt;And I cannot wait &lt;br /&gt;We're wastin too much time &lt;br /&gt;Bein strong, holdin on &lt;br /&gt;Can't let it bring us down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life with you means everything &lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up that easily &lt;br /&gt;Blowin away blowin away &lt;br /&gt;Can make this something good? &lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all misunderstood? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll try to do to it right this time around &lt;br /&gt;It's not over, &lt;br /&gt;Try to do it right this time around &lt;br /&gt;It's not over &lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground. &lt;br /&gt;This love is killin me &lt;br /&gt;But your the only one &lt;br /&gt;It's not over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't let this get away &lt;br /&gt;Let it out, let it out &lt;br /&gt;Don't get caught up in yourself &lt;br /&gt;Let it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over &lt;br /&gt;Well try to do to it right this time around &lt;br /&gt;Its not over &lt;br /&gt;But a part of me is dead and in the ground. &lt;br /&gt;This love is killin me &lt;br /&gt;But your the only one &lt;br /&gt;It's not over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start over &lt;br /&gt;Its not over &lt;br /&gt;This love is killin me &lt;br /&gt;But your the only one &lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116924576277996093?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116924576277996093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116924576277996093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-not-over-chris-daughtry.html' title='It&apos;s Not Over - Chris Daughtry'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116803974748252949</id><published>2007-01-05T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T14:57:12.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy- Nelly Fertado</title><content type='html'>I remember when.. remember when I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;There was something so pleasant about that phase&lt;br /&gt;Even your emotions had an echo in so much space&lt;br /&gt;When you're out there without care&lt;br /&gt;I was out of touch&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't because I didn't know enough&lt;br /&gt;I just knew too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Probably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you're having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;But think twice&lt;br /&gt;That's my only advice&lt;br /&gt;Come on now&lt;br /&gt;Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? (huh)&lt;br /&gt;Bless your soul&lt;br /&gt;You really think you're in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heroes have the heart to lose their lives out on the limb (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;All I remember.. is thinking I want to be like them (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was little, ever since I was little&lt;br /&gt;They looked like fun&lt;br /&gt;And it's not coincidence I've comeI can die when I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Probably..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're.. crazy&lt;br /&gt;Probably..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116803974748252949?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116803974748252949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116803974748252949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-with-me-plumb.html' title='Crazy- Nelly Fertado'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116803952351085144</id><published>2007-01-05T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:25:23.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes around comes around _ Justin Timberlake</title><content type='html'>Me and you until the end&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around &lt;br /&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed &lt;br /&gt;You said that you were moving on now&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should do the same&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about that is&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to give you my name&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's all just a shame&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way things are going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around (should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)&lt;br /&gt;That you were going to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it (no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way things are going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around (should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)&lt;br /&gt;That you were going to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Comes Around interlude:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint this picture for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;br /&gt;And he never comes home&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call him&lt;br /&gt;All you get's a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found out&lt;br /&gt;That he's doing to you &lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cheated girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds girl&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt&lt;br /&gt;Just a classic case&lt;br /&gt;A scenario&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;br /&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;br /&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;You should've listened to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116803952351085144?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116803952351085144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116803952351085144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-goes-around-comes-around-justin.html' title='What Goes around comes around _ Justin Timberlake'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116788728664595464</id><published>2007-01-03T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:08:06.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw it all away - Zero 7</title><content type='html'>Try talking to you &lt;br /&gt;While you do, while you do &lt;br /&gt;I swap places with you &lt;br /&gt;Just to see things through &lt;br /&gt;Just sing me the tune &lt;br /&gt;And you'll see &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it here for you &lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for your cue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote down all the words &lt;br /&gt;Black and white &lt;br /&gt;On a wall &lt;br /&gt;Just keepin' it so &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you know how it goes &lt;br /&gt;No plans for a change, nothing strange &lt;br /&gt;No not today no way &lt;br /&gt;Now sing me the tune &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash it in and throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;Never needed any of it anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you twist and you turn &lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable fool, you'll never learn &lt;br /&gt;But you can take a stand &lt;br /&gt;Forget all about the plans California rose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side one track two &lt;br /&gt;On a record of you &lt;br /&gt;I've even stuck on a groove &lt;br /&gt;That I don't wanna lose &lt;br /&gt;Just play it again, as a friend &lt;br /&gt;It's your favorite worn-in shoes &lt;br /&gt;Now sing me the tune &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash it in and throw it all away, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Never needed any of it anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you crash, and you burn &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the road will twist and turn &lt;br /&gt;Some of this, less of that &lt;br /&gt;Forget all about the map California road &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash it in and throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;Never needed any of it anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash it in and throw it all away, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Never needed any of it anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash it in and throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;Never needed any of it anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash it in and throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;Never needed any of it anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116788728664595464?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116788728664595464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116788728664595464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/throw-it-all-away-zero-7.html' title='Throw it all away - Zero 7'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116788717646853243</id><published>2007-01-03T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:06:16.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent All These Years - Tori Amos</title><content type='html'>Excuse me but can I be you for a while&lt;br /&gt;My dog won't bite if you sit real still&lt;br /&gt;I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear that&lt;br /&gt;Been saved again by the garbage truck&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say you know&lt;br /&gt;But nothing comes&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know what you think of me&lt;br /&gt;You never shut-up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm a mermaid &lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his &lt;br /&gt;With her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you found a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks really deep thougts&lt;br /&gt;What's so amazing about really deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Boy you best praya that I bleed real soon&lt;br /&gt;How's that thought for you&lt;br /&gt;My scream got lost in a paper cup&lt;br /&gt;You think there's a heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where some screams have gone&lt;br /&gt;I got 25 bucks and a cracker&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's enough&lt;br /&gt;To get us there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what if I'm a mermaid &lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his &lt;br /&gt;With her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years go by &lt;br /&gt;Will I still be waiting&lt;br /&gt;For somebody else to understand&lt;br /&gt;Years go by&lt;br /&gt;If I'm stripped of my beauty&lt;br /&gt;And the orange clouds&lt;br /&gt;Raining in head&lt;br /&gt;Years go by &lt;br /&gt;Will I choke on my tears&lt;br /&gt;Till finally there is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;One more casualty&lt;br /&gt;You know we're too easy Easy Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I love the way we communicate&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear what you think of me now&lt;br /&gt;But baby don't look up&lt;br /&gt;The sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;Your mother shows up in a nasty dress&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn now to stand where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Everybody lookin' at you here&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm a mermaid &lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his &lt;br /&gt;With her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;br /&gt;I've been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116788717646853243?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116788717646853243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116788717646853243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/silent-all-these-years-tori-amos.html' title='Silent All These Years - Tori Amos'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116776771556690852</id><published>2007-01-02T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:57:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood</title><content type='html'>Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp,&lt;br /&gt;and she's probably getting frisky...&lt;br /&gt;right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,&lt;br /&gt;carved my name into his leather seats...&lt;br /&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,&lt;br /&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, she's probably up singing some&lt;br /&gt;white-trash version of Shania karoke..&lt;br /&gt;Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"&lt;br /&gt;and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky,&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom colonge...&lt;br /&gt;And he don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,&lt;br /&gt;carved my name into his leather seats,&lt;br /&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,&lt;br /&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might saved a little trouble for the next girl,&lt;br /&gt;Cause the next time that he cheats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know it won't be on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... not on me...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,&lt;br /&gt;carved my name into his leather seats...&lt;br /&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,&lt;br /&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... before he cheats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116776771556690852?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116776771556690852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116776771556690852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/before-he-cheats-carrie-underwood.html' title='Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116776763783636164</id><published>2007-01-02T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:53:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away - Nickelback</title><content type='html'>This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116776763783636164?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116776763783636164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116776763783636164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/far-away-nickelback.html' title='Far Away - Nickelback'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116776756607580889</id><published>2007-01-02T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:52:46.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Can't Have You - Zero 7</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered &lt;br /&gt;If it smarts when you've hurt and ignored &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the sort that goes away &lt;br /&gt;Even though I waited for you &lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I adore you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never saw my face &lt;br /&gt;I traced your path each day &lt;br /&gt;We could be always together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I watch you bleed &lt;br /&gt;You had all I need &lt;br /&gt;How I love you so &lt;br /&gt;Now we'll never know &lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even did the research &lt;br /&gt;Went to work, learned to flirt &lt;br /&gt;Wore a skirt and faced dirt &lt;br /&gt;And, ah, still you didn't notice &lt;br /&gt;You never focused on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never saw my face &lt;br /&gt;I traced your path each day &lt;br /&gt;You never lifted your eyes to me, ah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I watch you bleed &lt;br /&gt;You had all I need &lt;br /&gt;How I love you so &lt;br /&gt;Now we'll never know &lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you &lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you &lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116776756607580889?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116776756607580889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116776756607580889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-cant-have-you-zero-7.html' title='If I Can&apos;t Have You - Zero 7'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116319201478916577</id><published>2006-11-10T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:53:34.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me When You're Sober - Evanescence</title><content type='html'>Don't cry to me. &lt;br /&gt;If you loved me, &lt;br /&gt;you would be here with me. &lt;br /&gt;You want me, come find me. &lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've let you fall, &lt;br /&gt;Lose it all, &lt;br /&gt;So maybe you can remember yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Can't keep believing, &lt;br /&gt;We're only deceiving ourselves, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of the lies, &lt;br /&gt;And you're too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me. &lt;br /&gt;If you loved me, &lt;br /&gt;you would be here with me. &lt;br /&gt;You want me, come find me. &lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take the blame, &lt;br /&gt;Sick with shame. &lt;br /&gt;Must be exhausting to lose your own game. &lt;br /&gt;Selfishly hated, &lt;br /&gt;No wonder you're jaded, &lt;br /&gt;You can't play the victim this time. &lt;br /&gt;And you're too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't cry to me. &lt;br /&gt;If you loved me, &lt;br /&gt;you would be here with me. &lt;br /&gt;You love me, come find me. &lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never call me when you're sober, &lt;br /&gt;You only want it 'cause it's over &lt;br /&gt;it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have burned paradise. &lt;br /&gt;How could I, you were never mine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't cry to me. &lt;br /&gt;If you loved me, &lt;br /&gt;you would be here with me. &lt;br /&gt;Don't lie to me, just get your things. &lt;br /&gt;I've made up your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116319201478916577?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116319201478916577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116319201478916577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/call-me-when-youre-sober-evanescence.html' title='Call Me When You&apos;re Sober - Evanescence'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116319172308474625</id><published>2006-11-10T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:48:43.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pot - Tool</title><content type='html'>Who are you to wave your finger &lt;br /&gt;You must have been out your head &lt;br /&gt;Eyehole deep in muddy waters &lt;br /&gt;You practically raised the dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob the grave to snow the cradle &lt;br /&gt;Then burn the evidence down &lt;br /&gt;Soapbox house of cards and glass &lt;br /&gt;So don't go tossing your stones around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been high &lt;br /&gt;You must have been high &lt;br /&gt;You must have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot in mouth and head up asshole &lt;br /&gt;Whatcha' talkin' bout &lt;br /&gt;Difficult to dance round this one &lt;br /&gt;Till you pull it out boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been so high &lt;br /&gt;You must have been so high &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal, borrow, reefer &lt;br /&gt;Save your shady inference &lt;br /&gt;Kangaroo done hung the juror &lt;br /&gt;With the innocent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo, got lemon juice up in your eye. &lt;br /&gt;And when you pissed all over my black kettle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been high, high &lt;br /&gt;You must have been high, high &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to wave your finger &lt;br /&gt;So full of it &lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs deep in muddy waters &lt;br /&gt;Fucking hypocrite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar, lawyer, mirror show me &lt;br /&gt;What's the difference &lt;br /&gt;Kangaroo done hung the guilty &lt;br /&gt;With the innocent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo, got lemon juice up in your eye. &lt;br /&gt;And when you pissed all over my black kettle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are you to wave your finger &lt;br /&gt;Who are you to wave your fatty finger &lt;br /&gt;At me, you must have been out your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping shades of indigo &lt;br /&gt;Shaft without a reason &lt;br /&gt;Weeping shades of indigo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar, lawyer, mirror for you &lt;br /&gt;What's the difference &lt;br /&gt;Kangaroo be stoned he's guilty &lt;br /&gt;as the government &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo, got lemon juice up in your eye, eye. &lt;br /&gt;And when you pissed all over my black kettle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been high high high high &lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs deep in muddy waters &lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs deep in muddy waters &lt;br /&gt;Ganja police you must have been out your &lt;br /&gt;Mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116319172308474625?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116319172308474625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116319172308474625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/pot-tool.html' title='The Pot - Tool'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116114378406336520</id><published>2006-10-17T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:56:24.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall to Pieces - Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>I looked away&lt;br /&gt;Then I look back at you&lt;br /&gt;You try to say&lt;br /&gt;The things that you can't undo&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it through the fall&lt;br /&gt;Make it through it all&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm in Love With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with till the end&lt;br /&gt;When I come undone&lt;br /&gt;You bring me back again&lt;br /&gt;Back under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Back into your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know where to start&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what this means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what is real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know everything everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116114378406336520?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114378406336520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114378406336520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/fall-to-pieces-avril-lavigne.html' title='Fall to Pieces - Avril Lavigne'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116114369524508198</id><published>2006-10-17T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:54:55.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hurts the Most -  Rascal Flatts</title><content type='html'>I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I was trying to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116114369524508198?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114369524508198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114369524508198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-hurts-most-rascal-flatts.html' title='What Hurts the Most -  Rascal Flatts'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116114358516154235</id><published>2006-10-17T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:53:05.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't Remind Me - Audioslave</title><content type='html'>I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;With a graveyard tan carrying a cross&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;I like studying faces in a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;I like driving backwards in the fog&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The things that I've loved the things that I've lost&lt;br /&gt;The things I've held sacred that I've dropped&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie no more you can bet&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like gypsy moths and radio talk&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;I like gospel music and canned applause&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;I like colorful clothing in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The things that I've loved the things that I've lost&lt;br /&gt;The things I've held sacred that I've dropped&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie no more you can bet&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to learn what I'll need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bend and shape me&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Slow and sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Like never before&lt;br /&gt;Calm and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;We won't stir up the past&lt;br /&gt;So descretely&lt;br /&gt;We won't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The things that I've loved the things that I've lost&lt;br /&gt;The things I've held sacred that I've dropped&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie no more you can bet&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to learn what I'll need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;br /&gt;I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't remind me of anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116114358516154235?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114358516154235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114358516154235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/doesnt-remind-me-audioslave.html' title='Doesn&apos;t Remind Me - Audioslave'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116114351148921253</id><published>2006-10-17T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:51:51.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleed - Anna Nalick</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been almost a year to the moment&lt;br /&gt;When I finally realized it was over&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that love wasn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;Of a reason for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw you yesterday; you were drivin'&lt;br /&gt;And I tried so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;You were alive, and as you passed by I began to cry&lt;br /&gt;Over things that I did not say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hide underneath my blankets and sheets&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free&lt;br /&gt;I'm killin' the ghost of you, and I'm close to&lt;br /&gt;Awakening me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So I'm takin' my heart and I'm gettin' me out&lt;br /&gt;And love's something that I wouldn't wanna live without&lt;br /&gt;So I'm takin' my heart and I'm gettin' me out&lt;br /&gt;On my own, my own, my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it takes all of my strength to be stable&lt;br /&gt;And I force your insults under the table&lt;br /&gt;And if you were wise you would compromise&lt;br /&gt;And allow me to live my way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am not a force to be reckoned with&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have a clue what you're messin' with&lt;br /&gt;And you can't see to the best in me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's more than your heart can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hide underneath my blankets and sheets&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free&lt;br /&gt;I'm killin' the ghost of you, and I'm close to&lt;br /&gt;Awakening me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awakening me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awakening me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awakening me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm takin' my heart and I'm gettin' me out&lt;br /&gt;And love's something that I wouldn't wanna live without&lt;br /&gt;So I'm takin' my heart and I'm gettin' me out&lt;br /&gt;On my own, my own, my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' my heart and I'm settin' you free&lt;br /&gt;And, baby, now you're just another song to me&lt;br /&gt;And the edge of your sword isn't sharp enough for me&lt;br /&gt;To bleed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116114351148921253?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114351148921253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114351148921253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/bleed-anna-nalick.html' title='Bleed - Anna Nalick'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-116114344186424536</id><published>2006-10-17T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:50:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get You Out of My Mind - Sonya Kitchell</title><content type='html'>I can't get you out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a drug and i've been so drugged by your love I don't even know the time. and all that i can do is think of lovin' you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's all that's all I can do. It's all that I can do, cause I can't get you out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to stop thinking about you baby. I thought if I did something else for awhile I might forget about you baby but all that I can do is think of lovin' you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I can do, is all I can do 'cus I can't get you out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to stop thinkin' about you baby. I, I tried so hard but it didn't work, no, Oh I got to know, I got to Know how you feelabout me baby, 'cus I'm going crazy and it's really startin' to hurt so tell me..oh baby tell me...tell me baby. Do somethin' honey. I've got to know, I've got to know what your thinkin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is think of lovin' you, you know. &lt;br /&gt;Oh You know thats all I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't, I can't get you out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;I can't, I can't, I can't darlin' can't get you out of my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-116114344186424536?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114344186424536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/116114344186424536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-get-you-out-of-my-mind-sonya.html' title='Can&apos;t Get You Out of My Mind - Sonya Kitchell'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114831806372432882</id><published>2006-05-22T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:14:23.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew - PINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you took my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you showed me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you promised me you'd be aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;duh huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i took your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if someone said three years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you'd be long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'd stand up and punch them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause they're all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when we were such fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and so convinced and just too cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh nono no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i could touch you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i could still call you friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'd give anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when someone said count your blessings now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for they're long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess i just didn't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they knew better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;still you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll keep you locked in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i won't forget you my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if someone said three years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you'd be long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'd stand up and punch them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause they're all wrong and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that last kissi'll cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and time makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i could remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you visit me in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114831806372432882?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114831806372432882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114831806372432882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-knew-pink.html' title='Who Knew - PINK'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114789429063208888</id><published>2006-05-17T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:58:54.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Head CD list (compleated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;CD 1&lt;br /&gt;Weak and Powerless - A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Where is You Heart - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Hear Me - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Most of all - Fuel&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;Over and Over - Nelly / Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;Slipped Away - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Break Away - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Echo - Trapt&lt;br /&gt;In My Daughter's Eyes - Martina McBride&lt;br /&gt;Never Gonna Leave Your Side - Daniel Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Myself for Losing You - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Still - Brian McKnight&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Paper - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Go - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;November - Emerson Drive&lt;br /&gt;Let Her Feel the Rain - Tara MacLean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CD 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Broken - Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;Weight of Love - Leann Rimes&lt;br /&gt;Everything - Fefe Dobson&lt;br /&gt;Landing in London - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;Broken - Seether / Amy Lee&lt;br /&gt;Misery - Pink / Steven Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Reasons Why - Nickel Creek&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Jane - Staind&lt;br /&gt;Pardon Me (accustic) - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Beauty - Shaye&lt;br /&gt;Gravity - A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;TRUE - Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;Over Come - Live&lt;br /&gt;Somebody - Reba McIntyre&lt;br /&gt;Antes - Obie Bermudez&lt;br /&gt;Crazy - Kci &amp; Jojo&lt;br /&gt;Red Light - Jonny Lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CD 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You Had Me - Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;In My Life - Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;That's Me - Tara MacLean&lt;br /&gt;Video - India Arie&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Snakes and Ladders - Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;Second Chances - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;On My Knees - Jaci Velasques&lt;br /&gt;I'm Moving On - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;Breathe - Melissa Etheridge&lt;br /&gt;Time After Time - Dj Sammy&lt;br /&gt;Again - Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Unchained Melody - Sarah McLauchlan&lt;br /&gt;Pain it Black - Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;I Showed Her - O-Town&lt;br /&gt;Karma - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;Anytime - Brian McKnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CD 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here Without You - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;He Didn't Have to Be - Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;What I Really Meant to Say - Cyndi Thomson&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Rain - Billie Myers&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's Hero - Jamie O'Neal&lt;br /&gt;Best of You - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;All I Know - Syd&lt;br /&gt;Forever Love - Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;Cold - Crossfade&lt;br /&gt;If you Could only see - Tonic&lt;br /&gt;You Are - Jimmy Wayne&lt;br /&gt;These Days - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;The Red - Chevelle&lt;br /&gt;Breathe 2 A.M. - Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Else - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;Dammit (Cover)- Syd&lt;br /&gt;Send The Pain Below - Chevelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CD 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Beautiful Disaster - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;So Far Away - Staind&lt;br /&gt;Desperately - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;Complicated - Carolyn Dawn Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Scars - Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down - India Arie&lt;br /&gt;Lonely No More - Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Hold You - Bow Wow&lt;br /&gt;Superman - Five For Fighting&lt;br /&gt;Stinkfist - Tool&lt;br /&gt;Miss Me Baby - Chris Cagle&lt;br /&gt;Touch - Jonny Lang&lt;br /&gt;Going Under - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;I Still - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Do You Know (What it Takes) - Robyn&lt;br /&gt;I Do Now - Jessica Andrews&lt;br /&gt;Good Times - Tommy Lee&lt;br /&gt;Feel Good Inc - Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CD 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bless The Broken Road - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;I Need You Tonight - Nick Carter&lt;br /&gt;Burn - Usher&lt;br /&gt;The Dance - Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Here By Me - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;Be Yourself - Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Me - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;Blind - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;If You're Not The One - Daniel Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;The One - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget About Us - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;White Flag - Dido&lt;br /&gt;Away From Me - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;In My Head - Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing On My Mind -  Leann Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD 7&lt;br /&gt;Since You've Been Gone - Theory of a Deadman&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;Wild Horses - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;Stranded - Plum&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President - Pink  &lt;br /&gt;Illegal - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;Don't Bother - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;Stand - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;Shine - Lisa Marie Presley&lt;br /&gt;Walking Away - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;Who Knew - Pink&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get You out of my mind - Sonya Kitchel&lt;br /&gt;Bleed - Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Remind Me - Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;What Hurts The Most- Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;Fall To Pieces - Avril Lavigne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114789429063208888?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114789429063208888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114789429063208888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-my-head-cd-list-compleated.html' title='In My Head CD list (compleated)'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114789281046996717</id><published>2006-05-17T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:06:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Away - Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>The sun goes down as the city lights&lt;br /&gt;Pave their way through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops fall as an old man cries&lt;br /&gt;Never thought to ever think twice&lt;br /&gt;Of all he had&lt;br /&gt;Of all he lost&lt;br /&gt;A selfish life&lt;br /&gt;And guess comes with the cost&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember me&lt;br /&gt;I remember you walking away&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember me&lt;br /&gt;I remember you walking away&lt;br /&gt;The same old streets just a different name&lt;br /&gt;Same old house just the family's changed&lt;br /&gt;Pickett fence&lt;br /&gt;The window stains&lt;br /&gt;Freedom spells by a man in chains&lt;br /&gt;Silence is all we have to give&lt;br /&gt;And the memories of a life I wish we'd lived&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember me&lt;br /&gt;I remember you walking away&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember me&lt;br /&gt;I remember you walking away&lt;br /&gt;From all that you made&lt;br /&gt;That you lost&lt;br /&gt;Or threw away&lt;br /&gt;Traded in for a brand new life&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;Can't let go&lt;br /&gt;Can't turn around&lt;br /&gt;Hold my head high and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember me&lt;br /&gt;I remember you walking away&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember me&lt;br /&gt;I remember you walking away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114789281046996717?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114789281046996717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114789281046996717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/walking-away-lifehouse.html' title='Walking Away - Lifehouse'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114676020669008484</id><published>2006-05-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:30:06.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine - Lisa Marie Presley (ft. Pink)</title><content type='html'>Unidentified flying object in space&lt;br /&gt; If I were identified you couldn't make me your race&lt;br /&gt; You never understood me and I'd have to applaud&lt;br /&gt; It's lonely out here alone but I can't be what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can be all the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt; That you want&lt;br /&gt; I'll be the line across it&lt;br /&gt; But I'll blow your mind&lt;br /&gt; I'll blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And all the others can shine&lt;br /&gt; But not like I can shine&lt;br /&gt; You could have set me free&lt;br /&gt; If you'd eased up on the line&lt;br /&gt; It's supposed to be quiet&lt;br /&gt; But it's loud in this sky&lt;br /&gt; I'll take care of the vultures with a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can be all the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt; That you want&lt;br /&gt; I'll be the line across it&lt;br /&gt; But I'll blow your mind&lt;br /&gt; I'll blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can be all the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt; That you want&lt;br /&gt; I'll be the line across it&lt;br /&gt; But I'll blow your mind&lt;br /&gt; I'll blow your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114676020669008484?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114676020669008484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114676020669008484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/shine-lisa-marie-presley-ft-pink.html' title='Shine - Lisa Marie Presley (ft. Pink)'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114600383104673257</id><published>2006-04-25T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:23:51.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should Go - Levi Kreis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here we are. Isn't it familiar&lt;br /&gt;I havn't had someone to talk to in such a long time&lt;br /&gt;And it's strange, all we have in common&lt;br /&gt;And your company was just the thing I needed tonight&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I feel I should apologize&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just a little shaken by what's going on&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;I should go&lt;br /&gt;Before my will gets any weaker&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes begin to linger&lt;br /&gt;Longer than they should&lt;br /&gt;I should go&lt;br /&gt;Before I lose my sense of reason&lt;br /&gt;And this hour holds more meaning&lt;br /&gt;Than it ever could&lt;br /&gt;I Should Go&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard keeping my composure&lt;br /&gt;And pretend I don't see how your body curves beneath&lt;br /&gt;your clothes&lt;br /&gt;And your laugh is pure and uneffected&lt;br /&gt;It frightens me to know so well the place I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;But I know I gotta take the noble path&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want you to question the intentions that&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;br /&gt;I should go&lt;br /&gt;Before my will gets any weaker&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes begin to linger&lt;br /&gt;Longer than they should&lt;br /&gt;I should go&lt;br /&gt;Before I lose my sense of reason&lt;br /&gt;And this hour holds more meaning&lt;br /&gt;Than it ever could&lt;br /&gt;I Should Go&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to leave you&lt;br /&gt;With a trivial excuse&lt;br /&gt;And when you call tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But I should go&lt;br /&gt;Before my will gets any weaker&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes begin to linger&lt;br /&gt;Longer than they should&lt;br /&gt;I should go&lt;br /&gt;Before I lose my sense of reason&lt;br /&gt;And this hour holds more meaning&lt;br /&gt;Than it ever could&lt;br /&gt;I Should Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114600383104673257?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114600383104673257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114600383104673257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-should-go-levi-kreis.html' title='I Should Go - Levi Kreis'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114564309012255622</id><published>2006-04-21T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:11:30.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand - Rascal Flatts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You feel like a candle in a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Just like a picture with a broken frame&lt;br /&gt;Alone and helpless&lt;br /&gt;Like you've lost your fight&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when push comes to shove&lt;br /&gt;You taste what you're made of&lt;br /&gt;You might bend, till you break&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all you can take&lt;br /&gt;On your knees you look up&lt;br /&gt;Decide you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;You get mad you get strong&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your hands shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Then you Stand, Then you stand&lt;br /&gt;Life's like a novel&lt;br /&gt;With the end ripped out&lt;br /&gt;The edge of a canyon&lt;br /&gt;With only one way down&lt;br /&gt;Take what you're given before its gone&lt;br /&gt;Start holding on, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you get up&lt;br /&gt;And get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;One more small piece of you&lt;br /&gt;Starts to fall into place&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114564309012255622?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114564309012255622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114564309012255622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/stand-rascal-flatts.html' title='Stand - Rascal Flatts'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114512615076263720</id><published>2006-04-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T11:35:50.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Bother - Shakira</title><content type='html'>She’s got the kind of look that defies gravity&lt;br /&gt; She’s the greatest cook, and she’s fat free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She’s been to private school,&lt;br /&gt; and she speaks perfect French&lt;br /&gt; She’s got her perfect friends&lt;br /&gt; Oh, isn’t she cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She practices tai chi&lt;br /&gt; She'd never lose her nerve&lt;br /&gt; She's more than you deserve&lt;br /&gt; She's just far better than me&lt;br /&gt; Hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So don’t bother&lt;br /&gt; I won't die of deception&lt;br /&gt; I promise you won't ever see me cry&lt;br /&gt; Don’t feel sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And don't bother&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be fine,&lt;br /&gt; But she’s waiting&lt;br /&gt; The ring you gave to her will lose its shine&lt;br /&gt; So don’t bother, be unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m sure she doesn’t know&lt;br /&gt; how to touch you like I would&lt;br /&gt; I beat her at that one good&lt;br /&gt; Don’t you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She's almost six feet tall,&lt;br /&gt; she must think I'm a flea&lt;br /&gt; I’m really a cat you see&lt;br /&gt; And it's not my last life at all&lt;br /&gt; Hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So don't bother&lt;br /&gt; I won't die of deception&lt;br /&gt; I promise you won't ever see me cry&lt;br /&gt; Don't feel sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't bother&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt; But she's waiting&lt;br /&gt; The ring you gave to her will lose its shine&lt;br /&gt; So don’t bother, be unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For you, I'd give up all I own,&lt;br /&gt; And move to a communist country,&lt;br /&gt; If you came with me, of course&lt;br /&gt; And I'd file my nails, so they don't hurt you&lt;br /&gt; And lose those pounds, and learn about football&lt;br /&gt; If it made you see, but you won't, but you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So don't bother,&lt;br /&gt; I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt; I promise you won't ever see me cry&lt;br /&gt; And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type&lt;br /&gt; I promise you won't ever see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don’t bother,&lt;br /&gt; I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt; I promise you won't ever see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type,&lt;br /&gt; not your type, not your type, not your type&lt;br /&gt; I promise you won't ever see me cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114512615076263720?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114512615076263720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114512615076263720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-bother-shakira.html' title='Don&apos;t Bother - Shakira'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114477170478983814</id><published>2006-04-11T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:08:26.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegal - Shakira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(feat. Carlos Santana)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;That you could hurt me&lt;br /&gt;The way you've done it?&lt;br /&gt;So deliberate, so determined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you have been gone&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails for days and hours&lt;br /&gt;And question my own questions on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now, tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Why you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm still so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know you're still alive, baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to be attentive&lt;br /&gt;To all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Always supportive, always patient&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering for days and hours&lt;br /&gt;It's here, it isn't here where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, anyhow&lt;br /&gt;I wish you both all the best&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know you're still alive, baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know you're still alive, baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open heart&lt;br /&gt;Open heart&lt;br /&gt;It should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open heart&lt;br /&gt;Open heart&lt;br /&gt;It should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114477170478983814?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114477170478983814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114477170478983814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/illegal-shakira.html' title='Illegal - Shakira'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114454819413415111</id><published>2006-04-08T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:03:14.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. President - Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Dear Mr. President&lt;br /&gt;Come take a walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we're just two people and&lt;br /&gt;You're not better than me&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street&lt;br /&gt;Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President&lt;br /&gt;Were you a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;br /&gt;No child is left behind&lt;br /&gt;We're not dumb and we're not blind&lt;br /&gt;They're all sitting in your cells&lt;br /&gt;While you pay the road to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away&lt;br /&gt;And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what the first lady has to say&lt;br /&gt;You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Minimum wage with a baby on the way&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Building a bed out of a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;You don't know nothing bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President&lt;br /&gt;You'd never take a walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114454819413415111?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114454819413415111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114454819413415111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-mr-president-pink.html' title='Dear Mr. President - Pink'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114416928533146159</id><published>2006-04-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T08:43:30.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded - Plumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it only breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you standing in the dark alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting there for me to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's coming over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it's coming over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crashing like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That drags me out to the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wanna be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crashing like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tears are turning me to rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're waiting there for me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I'm stranded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114416928533146159?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114416928533146159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114416928533146159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/stranded-plumb.html' title='Stranded - Plumb'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114383667226881333</id><published>2006-03-31T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:24:32.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of These Days - Michelle Branch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;I tried being honest&lt;br /&gt;But that lead me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I watched the station&lt;br /&gt;Saw the bus pulling through&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind saying&lt;br /&gt;A part of me left with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days&lt;br /&gt;I won't be afraid of staying with you&lt;br /&gt;I hope and I pray&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to find a way back to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's where I'm home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make you nervous?&lt;br /&gt;Did I ask for too much?&lt;br /&gt;Was I not deserving one second of your touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days&lt;br /&gt;I won't be afraid of staying with you&lt;br /&gt;I hope and I pray&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to find a way back to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's where I'm home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if I could have you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh if I could&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you feel everything I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days&lt;br /&gt;I won't be afraid of staying with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114383667226881333?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114383667226881333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114383667226881333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-of-these-days-michelle-branch.html' title='One Of These Days - Michelle Branch'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114383662248664743</id><published>2006-03-31T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:23:42.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Horses - Natasha Bedingfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel these 4 walls closing in&lt;br /&gt;My face up against the glass&lt;br /&gt;Im looking out... hmm&lt;br /&gt;Is this my life im wondering&lt;br /&gt;It happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;How do I turn this thing around&lt;br /&gt;Is this the bed I chose to make&lt;br /&gt;Its greener pastures i'm thinking about hmm&lt;br /&gt;Wide open spaces far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is the wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;To face the fear but, not feel scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild horses I want to be like u&lt;br /&gt;Throwing caution to the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'll run free too&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could recklessly love, like im longing too&lt;br /&gt;Run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeaaa yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the girl I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Riding bare back, care free along the shore&lt;br /&gt;If only that someone was me&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin head first headlong without a thought&lt;br /&gt;To act and damn the consequence&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be that easy&lt;br /&gt;But fear surrounds me like a fence&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break freee ee yeah ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is the wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;To face the fear but, not feel scared&lt;br /&gt;Hoohhh woah woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild horses I want to be like u&lt;br /&gt;Throwing caution to the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'll run free too&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could recklessly love, like im longing too&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeaaa yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run too.&lt;br /&gt;Hohhh woah oh woah oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaklessly abandoning my self b4 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna open up my heart tell him how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild horses I want to be like u&lt;br /&gt;Throwing caution to the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'll run free too&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could recklessly love, like im longing too&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses! &lt;i&gt;[X2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooaah woah ohh woah&lt;br /&gt;Yeeaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run with the wild horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114383662248664743?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114383662248664743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114383662248664743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/wild-horses-natasha-bedingfield.html' title='Wild Horses - Natasha Bedingfield'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114334711684803715</id><published>2006-03-25T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:25:16.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfeild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114334711684803715?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114334711684803715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114334711684803715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/unwritten-natasha-bedingfeild.html' title='Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfeild'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114314082496198750</id><published>2006-03-23T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:07:04.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since You've Been Gone - Theory of a Dead Man</title><content type='html'>It seems that nothing ever goes my way&lt;br /&gt;Since you broke my heart when you left that day&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to go so just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause since you've been gone, I've been begging you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell me you're not alright&lt;br /&gt;And you needed to come home&lt;br /&gt;(Since you've been gone)&lt;br /&gt;To tell me you're not okay&lt;br /&gt;And you needed me all along&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that every time you swear to God that you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees begging you to stay&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to go so just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause since you've been gone, I've been begging you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell me you're not alright&lt;br /&gt;And you needed to come home&lt;br /&gt;(Since you've been gone)&lt;br /&gt;To tell me you're not okay&lt;br /&gt;And you needed me all along&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me here alone&lt;br /&gt;Just stay awhile and make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me here alone&lt;br /&gt;Just stay awhile, baby smile&lt;br /&gt; Since you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're not alright&lt;br /&gt;And you needed to come home&lt;br /&gt;(Since you've been gone)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're not okay&lt;br /&gt;And you needed me all along&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt; Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me, don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114314082496198750?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114314082496198750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114314082496198750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/since-youve-been-gone-theory-of-dead.html' title='Since You&apos;ve Been Gone - Theory of a Dead Man'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114288619481192004</id><published>2006-03-20T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:23:14.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Thing On My Mind - LeAnn Rimes</title><content type='html'>Four O'Clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;My minds filled with a thousand thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;And how you left without warning&lt;br /&gt;But looking back I'm sure you tried to talk it through&lt;br /&gt;Now I see it so clearly&lt;br /&gt;We're together but living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't find the words&lt;br /&gt;But if I could, then you know I would&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won't watch my life crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah(Girl)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry now you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carried me like a river&lt;br /&gt;How far we've come it still surprises me&lt;br /&gt;And now I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Staring back is a man I used to be, with you&lt;br /&gt;How I long for you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won't watch my life crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah(Girl)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry now you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry now, you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'm sorry I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Could have been there&lt;br /&gt;Should have been so strong&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won't watch my life crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah(Girl)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry now you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I won't watch my life crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah(Girl)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry now, you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114288619481192004?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114288619481192004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114288619481192004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-thing-on-my-mind-leann-rimes.html' title='Last Thing On My Mind - LeAnn Rimes'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-114056050336014444</id><published>2006-02-21T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:21:43.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Head - Anna Nalick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Under the weight of your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You are a god and whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I want you to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I wonder if truly you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nearly as beautiful as I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You've got all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And this make believe will get me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another lonely night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Under the weight of your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Should ever we meet on your side of your stereo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will pretend I know not of your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And even the way that they mirror my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll take you away in the way that you take me and go where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You've got all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And this make believe will get me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another lonely night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fall away to the sound of my heart to your beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Melancholy and cool, kind of bitter sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love on repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm echoing all your philosophies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And as I fall away to the sound of my heart to your beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Melancholy and cool, kind of bitter sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love on repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm echoing all your philosophies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And as I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wanna be fool-hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baby, I'm out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Numbered in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't wanna be fool-hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baby, I'm out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Numbered in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You've got all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And this make believe will get me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You've got all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And this make believe will get me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another lonely night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lonely night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Under the weight of your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I make believe you are all that I'll ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All that I need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-114056050336014444?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114056050336014444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/114056050336014444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-my-head-anna-nalick.html' title='In My Head - Anna Nalick'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113899474736409365</id><published>2006-02-03T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:25:47.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away From Me - Evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll&lt;br /&gt;I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds&lt;br /&gt;But oh, God, I feel I've been lied to&lt;br /&gt;Lost all faith in the things I have achieved&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've woken now to find myself&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows of all I have created&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to be lost in you&lt;br /&gt;(away from this place I have made)&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins&lt;br /&gt;I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;I loathe all I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a dying world I reach for something more&lt;br /&gt;I have grown so weary of this lie I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113899474736409365?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113899474736409365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113899474736409365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/away-from-me-evanescence.html' title='Away From Me - Evanescence'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113830114127210377</id><published>2006-01-26T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:45:41.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Flag - Dido</title><content type='html'>I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,&lt;br /&gt;Or tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it,&lt;br /&gt;well I'd still have felt it where's the sense in that?&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder&lt;br /&gt;Or return to where we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again&lt;br /&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble&lt;br /&gt;I understand if you can't talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over" then&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure we will&lt;br /&gt;All that was there&lt;br /&gt;Will be there still I'll let it pass&lt;br /&gt;And hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;And you will think&lt;br /&gt;That I've moved on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113830114127210377?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113830114127210377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113830114127210377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/white-flag-dido.html' title='White Flag - Dido'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113814403929505633</id><published>2006-01-24T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:07:19.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget About Us - Mariah Carey</title><content type='html'>[Intro:]&lt;br /&gt;(Don't forget about us)&lt;br /&gt;Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go&lt;br /&gt;No baby, no baby, no baby no&lt;br /&gt;Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Just let it die&lt;br /&gt;With no goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Details don't matter&lt;br /&gt;We both paid the price&lt;br /&gt;Tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It'd be like that baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge 1]&lt;br /&gt;Now everytime I see you&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;When I wanna reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;But I turn and I walk and I let it ride&lt;br /&gt;Baby I must confess&lt;br /&gt;We were bigger than anything&lt;br /&gt;Remember us at our best&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Late nights, playin' in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And wakin' up inside my arms&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you'll always be in my heart and&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You still want it&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget about us&lt;br /&gt;I'm just speaking from experience&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to your first true love&lt;br /&gt;So I hope this will remind you&lt;br /&gt;When it's for real, it's forever&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Oh they say&lt;br /&gt;That you're in a new relationship&lt;br /&gt;But we both know&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes close to&lt;br /&gt;What we had, it perseveres&lt;br /&gt;That we both can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;How good we used to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge 2]&lt;br /&gt;There's only one me and you&lt;br /&gt;And how we used to shine&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you go through&lt;br /&gt;We are one, that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;That you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;So baby we just can't let&lt;br /&gt;The fire pass us by&lt;br /&gt;Forever we'd both regret&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus][Rap]&lt;br /&gt;And if she's got your head all messed up now&lt;br /&gt;That's the trickery&lt;br /&gt;She'll wanna have like you know how this lovin' used to be&lt;br /&gt;I bet she can't do like me&lt;br /&gt;She'll never be MC&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't you, don't you forget about us&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go&lt;br /&gt;No baby, no baby, no baby no&lt;br /&gt;Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go&lt;br /&gt;When it's for real, it's foreverSo don't forget about us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113814403929505633?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113814403929505633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113814403929505633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-forget-about-us-mariah-carey.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget About Us - Mariah Carey'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113796192430555959</id><published>2006-01-22T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:32:04.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One - Shakira</title><content type='html'>So I find a reason to shave my legs&lt;br /&gt;Each single morning&lt;br /&gt;So I count on someone on&lt;br /&gt;Friday nights to take me dancing&lt;br /&gt;And then to church on Sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To plant more dreams&lt;br /&gt;And someday think of kids&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just to save a little money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;The way back home is always long&lt;br /&gt;But if you're close to me I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;My real life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's nothing like your smile made of sun&lt;br /&gt;In the world full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I learned to cook and finally lose my kitchen phobia&lt;br /&gt;So I've got the arms to cuddle in&lt;br /&gt;When there's a ghost or a muse&lt;br /&gt;That brings insomnia&lt;br /&gt;To buy more thongs&lt;br /&gt;And write more happy songs&lt;br /&gt;It always takes a little help from someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2X]&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;With you my real life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like your smile made of sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like your love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like your love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like your love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113796192430555959?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113796192430555959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113796192430555959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-shakira.html' title='The One - Shakira'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113777712429080839</id><published>2006-01-20T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:12:04.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You're Not the One - Daniel Bedingfeild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I never know what the future brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I know you are here with me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We’ll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don’t understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;why does my heart tell me that I am? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don’t know why you’re so far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I know that this much is true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We’ll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I'm pray'n you’re the one I build my home with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don’t understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that it takes my breath away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I breathe you into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and pray for the strength to stand today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And though I can’t be with you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don’t understand If I’m not made for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113777712429080839?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113777712429080839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113777712429080839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-youre-not-one-daniel-bedingfeild.html' title='If You&apos;re Not the One - Daniel Bedingfeild'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113726171596292795</id><published>2006-01-14T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T10:01:55.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind - Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/lifehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/lifehouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;br /&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like is was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me dies when I let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113726171596292795?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113726171596292795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113726171596292795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/blind-lifehouse.html' title='Blind - Lifehouse'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113650307632957978</id><published>2006-01-05T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:17:56.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Me - 3 Doors Down</title><content type='html'>Never mind the face that you put on&lt;br /&gt; In front of me&lt;br /&gt; Never mind the pain&lt;br /&gt; you've put me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cause every little thing you say&lt;br /&gt; And every little thing you do&lt;br /&gt; Makes me doubt all of this&lt;br /&gt; what are you waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look what you did&lt;br /&gt; Is this who you wanted me to be?&lt;br /&gt; well it's not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look what you did&lt;br /&gt; Is this how you wanted it to be?&lt;br /&gt; And this life you gave away&lt;br /&gt; Was meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Forget about this trip you've been on&lt;br /&gt; Or so it seems&lt;br /&gt; And never mind the lies that you told my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And every little thing you said&lt;br /&gt; And every little thing you did&lt;br /&gt; Made me doubt all of this&lt;br /&gt; Is that what you're waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look what you did&lt;br /&gt; Is this who you wanted me to be?&lt;br /&gt; Well it's not me, nooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look what you did&lt;br /&gt; Is this how you wanted it to be?&lt;br /&gt; And this life you gave away&lt;br /&gt; Was meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was meant for me...was meant for me..yeah..yeahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look what you did&lt;br /&gt; Is this who you wanted me to be?&lt;br /&gt; Well it's not me&lt;br /&gt; noooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look what you did&lt;br /&gt; Is this how you wanted it to be?&lt;br /&gt; And this life you gave away&lt;br /&gt; Was meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know how I can face this pain&lt;br /&gt; I keep it inside so you can't see&lt;br /&gt; I don't think I can go on this way&lt;br /&gt; Cause it's not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113650307632957978?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113650307632957978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113650307632957978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-not-me-3-doors-down.html' title='It&apos;s Not Me - 3 Doors Down'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113617594315091585</id><published>2006-01-01T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:19:44.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself - Audioslave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Someone falls to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Sleepin all alone&lt;br /&gt;Someone kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;Spinning in the silence&lt;br /&gt;To finally drift away&lt;br /&gt;Someone gets excited&lt;br /&gt;In a chapel yard&lt;br /&gt;Catches a bouquet&lt;br /&gt;Another lays a dozen&lt;br /&gt;White roses on a grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone finds salvation in everyone&lt;br /&gt;And another only pain&lt;br /&gt;Someone tries to hide himself&lt;br /&gt;Down inside himself he prays&lt;br /&gt;Someone swears his true love&lt;br /&gt;Untill the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Another runs away&lt;br /&gt;Separate or united?&lt;br /&gt;Healthy or insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up&lt;br /&gt;With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck&lt;br /&gt;don't lose any sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everything will end up alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may win or lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113617594315091585?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113617594315091585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113617594315091585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/be-yourself-audioslave.html' title='Be Yourself - Audioslave'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113572511724786648</id><published>2005-12-27T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:11:57.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/blunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/blunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113572511724786648?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113572511724786648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113572511724786648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-my-lover-james-blunt.html' title='Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113566440521153836</id><published>2005-12-26T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:26:20.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beatiful - James Blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Love is Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My love is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was with another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She could see from my face that I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,F**king high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113566440521153836?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113566440521153836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113566440521153836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/youre-beatiful-james-blunt.html' title='You&apos;re Beatiful - James Blunt'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113537743400927911</id><published>2005-12-23T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:26:44.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Th New Shit - Marilyn Manson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/manson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/manson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been said before&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;When it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for it by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing,&lt;br /&gt;Are you mother****ers ready&lt;br /&gt;For the new shit?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit,tomorrow's never coming.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;Do we get it?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Do we want it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit,&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been said before&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;When it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for it by name,&lt;br /&gt;Are you mother***ers ready&lt;br /&gt;For the new shit?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit,tomorrow's never coming.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;Do we get it?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Do we want it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit,&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's "you know who"&lt;br /&gt;I got the "you know what"&lt;br /&gt;I stick it "you know where"&lt;br /&gt;You know why, you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's "you know who"&lt;br /&gt;I got the "you know what"&lt;br /&gt;I stick it "you know where"&lt;br /&gt;You know why, you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing.&lt;br /&gt;Are you mother****ers ready&lt;br /&gt;For the new shit?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit,tomorrow's never coming.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;Do we get it?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Do we want it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit,&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit.&lt;br /&gt;So,LET US ENTERTAIN YOU&lt;br /&gt;LET US ENTERTAIN YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah blah everybody sing along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113537743400927911?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113537743400927911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113537743400927911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-th-new-shit-marilyn-manson.html' title='This Is Th New Shit - Marilyn Manson'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113458016123759978</id><published>2005-12-14T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:27:03.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So condescending unnecessarily critical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have the tendency of getting very physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not fit to funkin' tread the ground that I'm walking on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When it gets cold ouside and you got nobody to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You'll understand what I mean when I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There's no way we're gonna give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And like a litte gilr cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You should know better you never listened to what I've said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You'll understand what I mean when I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There's no way we're gonna give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Does it kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Does it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is it painful to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That it's me that has all the control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Does it thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Does it sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you feel what I bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And you wish that you had me to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You'll understand what I mean when I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There's no way we're gonna give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;is there anyone out there cuz its gettin harder and harder to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113458016123759978?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113458016123759978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113458016123759978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/harder-to-breathe-maroon-5.html' title='Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113457907430103163</id><published>2005-12-14T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:51:16.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here By Me - 3 Doors Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/3dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/3dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re doing fine out there without me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m not doing so good without you&lt;br /&gt;The things I thought you’d never know about me&lt;br /&gt;Were the things I guess you always understood&lt;br /&gt;So how could I have been so blind for all these years?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I only see the truth through all this fear,&lt;br /&gt;And living without you…&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I’ll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take another day without you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause baby, I could never make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting so long,&lt;br /&gt;just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And to be back in your arms where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can’t always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;But everything I’ve ever known gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your love…And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I’ll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days grow long I see&lt;br /&gt;That time is standing still for me&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not here&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can’t always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Everything I’ve ever known gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your love&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I’ll ever beIt could all fall down around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here by me.&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I’ll ever beIt could all fall down around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,Right here by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113457907430103163?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113457907430103163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113457907430103163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/here-by-me-3-doors-down.html' title='Here By Me - 3 Doors Down'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113220177241109559</id><published>2005-11-16T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:56:23.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance - Garth Brooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Garth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/Garth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This song was played today at Dan Roettjer's funeral (June 11, 1955 - November 12, 2005 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This post is in memory of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Looking back on the memory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The dance we shared'Neath the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For a moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All the world was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;How could I have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That you'd ever say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And now I'm glad I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The way it all would end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The way it all would go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Our lives are better left to chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I could have missed the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But I'd of had to miss the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Holding you I held everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For a moment wasn't I a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But if I'd only known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;How the king would fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hey who's to say you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I might have chanced it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And now I'm glad I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The way it all would end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The way it all would go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Our lives are better left to chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I could have missed the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But I'd of had to miss the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yes my life is better left to chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I could have missed the pain but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'd of had to miss the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113220177241109559?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113220177241109559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113220177241109559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/dance-garth-brooks.html' title='The Dance - Garth Brooks'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-113175162868518566</id><published>2005-11-11T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:27:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn - Usher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Usher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/Usher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;See it's burning me to hold onto this&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean I want to&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that&lt;br /&gt;I-love-you&lt;br /&gt;I just I feel like this is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;And it's better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;You see it's burnin' for me to say this&lt;br /&gt;But it's comin from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time comin but we done been fell apart&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna work it out&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you're gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I do but you don't&lt;br /&gt;Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;When I'm hurtin' baby,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't happy baby&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there's so many other things I gotta deal with&lt;br /&gt;I think that you should let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When the feeling ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;and your body don't want to but you know,&lt;br /&gt;gotta let it go cuz&lt;br /&gt;the party ain't jumpin' like it used to&lt;br /&gt;Even though this might bruise you&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you&lt;br /&gt;Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it's over&lt;br /&gt;We know that its true&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Saying things I ain't supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Got somebody else but I want you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelin ain't the same find myself&lt;br /&gt;Callin' her your name&lt;br /&gt;Ladys tell me do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;And all my fellas do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;It's the way I feel I know I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late I know she ain't comin back&lt;br /&gt;What I gotta do now now&lt;br /&gt;To get my shorty back&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Man I don't know what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Without my boo&lt;br /&gt;She's been gone for too long&lt;br /&gt;It's been fifty-leven days,&lt;br /&gt;umpteen hours&lt;br /&gt;Im'a be burnin' till you return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me&lt;br /&gt;that I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break down and cry (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that&lt;br /&gt;I need to move on On the other side I wanna break down and cry (cry) [&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-113175162868518566?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113175162868518566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/113175162868518566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/burn-usher.html' title='Burn - Usher'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112993492249848914</id><published>2005-10-21T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:48:42.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you Tonight (Heaven in you eyes)- Nick Carter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/756854339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/756854339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart to me,and say what's on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;( oh yes)I know that we have been through so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;but I still need you in my life,&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:And I need you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I need you right now,&lt;br /&gt;I know deep with in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if it's wrong or right,&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I figured out what to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the words,&lt;br /&gt;they come out so wrong, ( yes they do)&lt;br /&gt;and I know in time that you will understand,&lt;br /&gt;that what we have is so right,this time,&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:And I need you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I need you right now,&lt;br /&gt;I know deep within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if it's wrong or right,&lt;br /&gt;All those endless times,&lt;br /&gt;we tried to make it lastforever more,&lt;br /&gt;and baby I know..&lt;br /&gt;I neeeeedyou ohh,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahI know deep with in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if it's wrong or right..&lt;br /&gt;I really need you oh, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I need you oh I need you baby,&lt;br /&gt;I need you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I need you right now,&lt;br /&gt;I know deep within my heart,noo,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if it's wrong or right,&lt;br /&gt;all I know is baby,I really need you..... tonight&lt;br /&gt;oh,ohhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112993492249848914?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112993492249848914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112993492249848914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-you-tonight-heaven-in-you-eyes.html' title='I need you Tonight (Heaven in you eyes)- Nick Carter'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112794550900158449</id><published>2005-09-28T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:11:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless The Broken Road - Rascal Flatts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/flatts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/flatts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time&lt;br /&gt;I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;br /&gt;Into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112794550900158449?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112794550900158449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112794550900158449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/bless-broken-road-rascal-flatts.html' title='Bless The Broken Road - Rascal Flatts'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112690623043521814</id><published>2005-09-16T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:30:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/gorillaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/gorillaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;City's breaking down on a camel's back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They just have to go 'cause they don't know when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You wont get out the county, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'cos you're bad and free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You've got a new horizon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's ephemeral style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A melancholy town where we never smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And all I wanna hear is the message beep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I dont get sleep, no.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Windmill, Windmill for the land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Turn forever hand in hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take it all in on your stride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is sinking, falling down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love forever love is free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let's turn forever you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lining them up-a like ass cracks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ladies, homies, at the track &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its my chocolate attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Care bear bumping in the heart of this here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Watch me as I gravitate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hahahahahahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yo, we gonna go ghost town, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This motown, With yo sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You're in the place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You gonna bite the dust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cant fight with us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;With yo sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You kill the INC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So dont stop, get it, get it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Until you're cheddar header. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yo, watch the way I navigate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Windmill, Windmill for the land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Turn forever hand in hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take it all in on your stride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is sinking, falling down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love forever love is free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let's turn forever you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dont stop, get it, get it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We are your captains in it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Steady, Watch me navigate, Ahahahahahhaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dont stop, get it, get it We are your captains in it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Steady, watch me navigate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112690623043521814?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112690623043521814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112690623043521814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/feel-good-inc-gorillaz.html' title='Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112680235525455942</id><published>2005-09-15T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:39:15.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times - Tommy Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/tommy%20lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/tommy%20lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put down the magazine and get off the phone&lt;br /&gt;Theres a place I wanna show u and it wont take long&lt;br /&gt;Take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Its lookin like we’re getting there&lt;br /&gt;Over here, comin clear&lt;br /&gt;Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes&lt;br /&gt;Just good times&lt;br /&gt;Just good times&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;To a place where the good times good times roll&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me stay&lt;br /&gt;In a place where this hate can steal my soul...&lt;br /&gt;Got myself worked up over nothing today&lt;br /&gt;All the trash is in my head I gotta throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Its alright&lt;br /&gt;Its alright&lt;br /&gt;Its lookin like we’re getting there&lt;br /&gt;Over here, comin clear&lt;br /&gt;Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes&lt;br /&gt;Just good times&lt;br /&gt;Just good times&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;To a place where the good times good times roll&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me stay&lt;br /&gt;In a place where this hate can steal my soul&lt;br /&gt;This is it, I’m finally here&lt;br /&gt;And all the blurry lines are clear&lt;br /&gt;And everything that I cant see&lt;br /&gt;Seems to make more sense to me&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell cant I just let it go, let it go, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Take me away (away)&lt;br /&gt;where the good times good times roll (roll)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me stay (stay)&lt;br /&gt;where this hate can steal my soul&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times roll&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times roll (take me away)&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times roll (take me away)&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times roll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112680235525455942?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112680235525455942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112680235525455942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-times-tommy-lee.html' title='Good Times - Tommy Lee'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112654748799928070</id><published>2005-09-12T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:32:27.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Now - Jessica Andrews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/jandrews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/jandrews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where in the world did you come from&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I looked up&lt;br /&gt;and there you were&lt;br /&gt;Didnt think about it then but when&lt;br /&gt;I look back I believe now&lt;br /&gt;That miracles do occur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Cause I can reach up and touch any star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Put my arms round the moon if I try&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could feel so much love in my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never thought Id know how&lt;br /&gt;but I do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a dream or are you real&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard not to lose my cool&lt;br /&gt;But when you're kissing me I just get so lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not acting like some kind of fool&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had no one to miss me&lt;br /&gt;Never had no one who kissed me like you&lt;br /&gt;Never had no one who loved me like you&lt;br /&gt;I can reach up and touch any star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Put my arms round the moon if I try&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could feel so much love in my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never thought Id know how&lt;br /&gt;but I do now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112654748799928070?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112654748799928070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112654748799928070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-do-now-jessica-andrews.html' title='I Do Now - Jessica Andrews'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112603072392901825</id><published>2005-09-06T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:31:44.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know (what it takes) - Robyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Robyn_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/Robyn_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don´t you know I can see what you´re doing&lt;br /&gt;Runnin´ around with your cheap talk, cheap talk&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a man who can do me right&lt;br /&gt;If you got what I need I can guarantee&lt;br /&gt;To return all the love that you`ve given to me&lt;br /&gt;But I got to be sure that you´ll always be around&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it takes to love me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it takes to do me right?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it takes to love me baby?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows in my time I´ve been lonely&lt;br /&gt;Feelin´ my love echo in my mind&lt;br /&gt;A never satisfied girl´s what they call me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can´t keep goin on livin´ lies&lt;br /&gt;There´s so much that I need please don`t let me down&lt;br /&gt;There´s so much I can give but it´s buried so deep&lt;br /&gt;I just got to be sure that you´ll always be around&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Don´t waste my time with your lies&lt;br /&gt;You got to prove that you will always be around&lt;br /&gt;I´ll give you everything&lt;br /&gt;Boy will you do the same for me&lt;br /&gt;Will you do anything I gotta know what will it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112603072392901825?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/BSB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/BSB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who are you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Are you still the same or did you change somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What do you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;At this very moment when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And when I'm looking back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How we were young and stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do you remember now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Baby No matter how I fight it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't deny it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just can't let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still care about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Though everythings been said and done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still feel you like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm right beside you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's still no word from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Instead of moving on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I refuse to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That I keep coming back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I'm stuck in the moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That wasn't meant to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i've tried to hide it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't deny it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You don't even know that I still need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still care about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Though everythings been said and done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still feel you like I'm right beside you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's still no word from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wish I could find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just like you found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That I will never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Though everything's been said and done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still feel you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Like I'm right beside you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's still no word from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112547759593410977?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112547759593410977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112547759593410977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112547759593410977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112547759593410977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-still-backstreet-boys.html' title='I Still - Backstreet Boys'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112542530089091987</id><published>2005-08-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:08:20.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Under - Evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/EVANESCENCE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/EVANESCENCE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now I will tell you what I've done for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;50 thousand tears I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Screaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Deceiving and Bleeding for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And you still won't hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(I’m going under)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe I'll wake up for once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not tormented daily defeated by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm dying again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Drowning in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm falling forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've got to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Blurring and Stirring the truth and the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I don't know what's real and what's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Always confusing the thoughts in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I can't trust myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm dying again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Drowing in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm falling forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've got to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So go on and scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Scream at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I won't be broken again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've got to breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't keep going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112542530089091987?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112542530089091987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112542530089091987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112542530089091987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112542530089091987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/going-under-evanescence.html' title='Going Under - Evanescence'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112533884143057524</id><published>2005-08-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:07:21.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch - Jonny Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/jonny%20lang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/jonny%20lang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When I was only just a friend to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;All I wanted to do was get to know you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Now I wanna give my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tell me do you feel like I do when were together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cause I come alive with your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Your touch it always sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I can't get quite enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Too much of you is what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yes I know you're the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cause love has come alive in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tell me am I out of line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tell me if I'm wasting time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Giveing my love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I can't help it baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If I asked you would you say I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cause I come alive with your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Your touch it always sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I can't get quite enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Too much of you is what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yes I know you're the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cause love has come alive in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tell me why do I always have to tell you how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Can't you see you're the one, the only thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;That ever meant something to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And I need your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;To come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;(I come alive, I come alive, I come alive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nothing else is like the way you make me come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112533884143057524?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112533884143057524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112533884143057524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112533884143057524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112533884143057524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/touch-jonny-lang.html' title='Touch - Jonny Lang'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112495517723641604</id><published>2005-08-25T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:32:57.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me Baby - Chris Cagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Cagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/Cagle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby&lt;br /&gt;When you hear our favourite song,&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby&lt;br /&gt;And when you start to sing along&lt;br /&gt;Think about all the times that we danced&lt;br /&gt;In moonlight to it all night long, oh&lt;br /&gt;Then miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;And want me honey,&lt;br /&gt;Like you did the night you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Left the keys in the door, took my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pulled me down on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we were that crazy&lt;br /&gt;Then miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Because when he's holding you,&lt;br /&gt;Know that it's killing me,&lt;br /&gt;Let my memory be the reason girl&lt;br /&gt;That you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you feel his touch,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And that I've touched your heart so deep&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you can't shake me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby,&lt;br /&gt;Until you can't take it no more&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby&lt;br /&gt;Pack your bags and hit the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man, I was wrong, forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Come back home&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Because when he's holding you,&lt;br /&gt;Know that it's killing me,&lt;br /&gt;Let my memory be the reason girl&lt;br /&gt;That you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you feel his touch,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And that I've touched your heart so deep&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you can't shake me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you hear this song,&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112495517723641604?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112495517723641604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112495517723641604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112495517723641604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112495517723641604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/miss-me-baby-chris-cagle.html' title='Miss Me Baby - Chris Cagle'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112495490543582697</id><published>2005-08-25T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:34:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinkfist - Tool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/tool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/tool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has to change.&lt;br /&gt;Un-deniable dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Boredom's not a burden&lt;br /&gt;Anyone should bear.&lt;br /&gt;Constant over stimu-lation numbs me&lt;br /&gt;and I wouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;It any other way.&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;I need more.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;I just need it.&lt;br /&gt;To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;Finger deep within the borderline.&lt;br /&gt;Show me that you love me and that we belong together.&lt;br /&gt;Relax, turn around and take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I can help you change&lt;br /&gt;Tired moments into pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Say the word and we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Well upon our way.&lt;br /&gt;Blend and balance&lt;br /&gt;Pain and comfort&lt;br /&gt;Deep within you&lt;br /&gt;Till you will not have me any other way.&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;I need more.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;I just need it.&lt;br /&gt;To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;Knuckle deep inside the borderline.&lt;br /&gt;This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.&lt;br /&gt;Relax. Slip away.&lt;br /&gt;Something kinda sad about&lt;br /&gt;the way that things have come to be.&lt;br /&gt;Desensitized to everything.&lt;br /&gt;What became of subtlety?&lt;br /&gt;How can it mean anything to me&lt;br /&gt;If I really don't feel anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep digging till&lt;br /&gt;I feel something.&lt;br /&gt;Elbow deep inside the borderline.&lt;br /&gt;Show me that you love me and that we belong together.&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder deep within the borderline.&lt;br /&gt;Relax. Turn around and take my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112495490543582697?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112495490543582697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112495490543582697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112495490543582697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112495490543582697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/stinkfist-tool.html' title='Stinkfist - Tool'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112455894592942380</id><published>2005-08-20T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:29:05.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman (It's Not Easy) - Five For Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/FFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/FFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a bird:&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train and&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home I'll never see&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd:&lt;br /&gt;but don't be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even Heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed:&lt;br /&gt;but won't you conceed&lt;br /&gt;Even Heroes have the right to dream but&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away:&lt;br /&gt;away from me&lt;br /&gt;It's all right:&lt;br /&gt;You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy:&lt;br /&gt;or anything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren't meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me, Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112455894592942380?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112455894592942380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112455894592942380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112455894592942380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112455894592942380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/superman-its-not-easy-five-for.html' title='Superman (It&apos;s Not Easy) - Five For Fighting'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112440036406806422</id><published>2005-08-18T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:48:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Hold You - Bow Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/bowwow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/bowwow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been watchin you for a minute,&lt;br /&gt;Gir ur so sweet scented,&lt;br /&gt;Your life girl u need me in it,&lt;br /&gt;Im determined to win it,&lt;br /&gt;I know what u need,&lt;br /&gt;I know whats wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I know how to make it tight,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright if u&lt;br /&gt;LET ME HOLD U,&lt;br /&gt;And introduce u to my world,&lt;br /&gt;Introduce u to the better side of life,&lt;br /&gt;That u aint been seein girl,&lt;br /&gt;Ima show u where its at,&lt;br /&gt;And Ima show u how to get it,&lt;br /&gt;All u gotta do is be wit it and,&lt;br /&gt;LET ME HOLD U,&lt;br /&gt;Down like a real man supposed to,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever wanna approach you,&lt;br /&gt;Lyin aint have intentions on doin good,&lt;br /&gt;The dudes u wit is so fool,&lt;br /&gt;To me girl ur so cool,&lt;br /&gt;And all Im askin you to do is,&lt;br /&gt;LET ME HOLD U,&lt;br /&gt;Down like a best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Homeyes in the game,&lt;br /&gt;When u cry, I wanna feel ur pain,&lt;br /&gt;No secrets, No games&lt;br /&gt;All excitement, nothin waits,&lt;br /&gt;Keep u happy,&lt;br /&gt;thats my aimall u gotta do is,&lt;br /&gt;LET ME HOLD U,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[OMARION:]In my arms, on my mind, all the time, I wanna,&lt;br /&gt;Keep u right, to my side, til i die,&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna,&lt;br /&gt;Hold u down, make sure everything is right wit u,&lt;br /&gt;u could never go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;IF U LET ME HOLD U,&lt;br /&gt;Down like a real man supposed to,&lt;br /&gt;Im tryn show u life of somebody like u should be livin,&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby, u could never go wrong if u,&lt;br /&gt;LET ME HOLD U,&lt;br /&gt;Ima keep u up on whats poppin,&lt;br /&gt;And shakin fresh to def,&lt;br /&gt;Hit the mall, We could ball,&lt;br /&gt;til theres no more left,&lt;br /&gt;I know u aint used to it,&lt;br /&gt;But u can get used to it,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the only way ima do it is,&lt;br /&gt;LET ME HOLD U,&lt;br /&gt;All the homeyes think im trippin,&lt;br /&gt;cuz i got u a pad,&lt;br /&gt;See they just mad cuz they aint get u,&lt;br /&gt;they aint get u,&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio its your sign,&lt;br /&gt;Girl ur so fine,&lt;br /&gt;And ill do whatever its ur time,&lt;br /&gt;No shine,&lt;br /&gt;Its what ur comin wit,but ima change all that,&lt;br /&gt;Rearrange that,Put u in the range all black,Wit the rims to match,chrome attatched,tvs in the back,&lt;br /&gt;How u gon say no to that ma,&lt;br /&gt;LET ME HOLD U?? look at me like man here u go,&lt;br /&gt;Really bout to blow some dough,Aint no ??&lt;br /&gt;nout to ride you so ??,&lt;br /&gt;Ima be, this was meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta work at it,&lt;br /&gt;Like a crack addict,In rehab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112440036406806422?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112440036406806422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112440036406806422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112440036406806422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112440036406806422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-me-hold-you-bow-wow.html' title='Let Me Hold You - Bow Wow'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112435007391870227</id><published>2005-08-18T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:30:57.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lonely No More" - Rob Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/rovthomas21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/rovthomas21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now it seems to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that you know just what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but words are only words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;can you show me something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;can you swear to me that you'll always be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;show me how you feel more than ever baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to be lonely no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to have to pay for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want another lover at my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just another heart ache on my list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to be angry no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you know I could never stand for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so when you tell me you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;know for sure I don't want to be lonely any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now its hard for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when my heart still on the mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;open up to me like you do your girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and you sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and its hardly know what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its everything anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just to get you back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;why can't we just try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to be lonely no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to have to pay for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want another lover at my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it's just another heart ache on my list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to be angry no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you know I could never stand for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so when you tell me that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to be lonly anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what if I was good to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what if you were good to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what if I could hold you until I feel you move inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what if it was paradise what if we were a symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to be lonely no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to have to pay for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want another lover at my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it's just another heart ache on my list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want to be angry no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you know I could never stand for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so when you tell me that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;know for sureI don't want to be lonely anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112435007391870227?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112435007391870227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112435007391870227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112435007391870227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112435007391870227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/lonely-no-more-rob-thomas.html' title='&quot;Lonely No More&quot; - Rob Thomas'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112430599571526901</id><published>2005-08-17T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:13:15.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down - India Arie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/india%20a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/india%20a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So far from where I started out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So far from where I wanna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Listening for answers in the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But can't find a rock to plant my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Looking for love in all the wrong places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Down on my knees and now I'm praying for patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know there's gotta be a better way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In the back of my mind I hear my momma say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Slow down babyya goin to fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You got your hands in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;With your Feet on the gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You 'bout to wreck your future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Run from your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You need to slow down before you go down baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thinking the faster that I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The faster that I will reach my goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The race is not given to the swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But to the one who endureth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I thought that all of my obstacles were behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Walking around like I'm made out of diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I tripped and fell and it reminded me to move over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and let the angels guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Slow down baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ya goin to fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You got your hands in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;With your Feet on the gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You 'bout to wreck your future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Run from your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You need to slow down before you go down baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes you gotta be still, before you can get ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Be still, ask the universe for help be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You can't do it all by yourself... Ah, No...No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112430599571526901?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112430599571526901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112430599571526901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112430599571526901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112430599571526901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/slow-down-india-arie.html' title='Slow Down - India Arie'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112379481197916442</id><published>2005-08-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:34:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars - Papa Roach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/paparoach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/paparoach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;And my scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home&lt;br /&gt;Cause you channel all your pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're making me insane&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;And our scars remind us that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you once&lt;br /&gt;Against my own advice&lt;br /&gt;I saw you going down&lt;br /&gt;But you never realized&lt;br /&gt;That you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;So I offered you my hand&lt;br /&gt;Compassions in my nature&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our last stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't ever come around&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to grab your hand&lt;br /&gt;And I left my heart open&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;Go fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112379481197916442?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112379481197916442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112379481197916442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112379481197916442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112379481197916442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/scars-papa-roach.html' title='Scars - Papa Roach'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112352460202680813</id><published>2005-08-08T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:10:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated - Carolyn Dawn Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/johnson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/johnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/johnson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm so scared that the way I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Is written all over my face&lt;br /&gt;When you walk into the room,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find a hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;We used to laugh, we used to hug, the way that old friends do.&lt;br /&gt;But now, a smile and a touch of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me come unglued.&lt;br /&gt;Such a contridiction, do I lie or tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Is it fact or fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Oh the way I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So complicated, I'm so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you close, I wanna push you away,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you go, I wanna make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;Should I say it.&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;But then again I don't. It's so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..just when I think I'm under control.&lt;br /&gt;I think I got a grip.&lt;br /&gt;Another friend tells me that, I'm always on your lips.&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm more than just a friend, they say I must be blind.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I admit that I've seen you watch me from the corner of your eye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, It's so confusing. I wish you'd just confess.&lt;br /&gt;But think of what I'd&lt;br /&gt;be losin', if your answer isn't yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So complicated I'm so frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you close, I wanna push you away,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you go, I wanna make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;Should I say it, should I tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want you to know, but then again I don't, It's so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hate it. 'Cuz I've waited.&lt;br /&gt;So long for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what do I do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh should I say it.&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know,but then again I don't.&lt;br /&gt;It's so complicated..&lt;br /&gt;It's so complicated..&lt;br /&gt;It's so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112352460202680813?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112352460202680813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112352460202680813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112352460202680813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112352460202680813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/complicated-carolyn-dawn-johnson.html' title='Complicated - Carolyn Dawn Johnson'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112326404161970512</id><published>2005-08-05T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:47:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music news</title><content type='html'>Thu Aug 04, 5:40 PM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch's family tree has a new twig.&lt;br /&gt;The "Everywhere" singer and her husband, Teddy Landau, welcomed their first child together, a daughter they named Owen, this week in Los Angeles, People magazine reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby weighed in at a healthy 7 pounds, 12 ounces. Both she and her mother were said to be doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branch, 22, and Landau, who's believed to be 41, swapped vows in spring 2004. They announced they were expecting their first offspring in February. The twosome met on tour when Landau joined Branch's band as a bass player in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branch, who has made a habit of reaching major milestones at a more tender age than most, started playing guitar at age 14 and was signed to Madonna's former label, Maverick Records, in 2000 at age 16.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112326404161970512?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112326404161970512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112326404161970512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112326404161970512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112326404161970512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/2005/08/music-news.html' title='Music news'/><author><name>Shawna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177066751273529610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/Shawnanana2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15015515.post-112326386352260490</id><published>2005-08-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:44:23.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately - Michelle Branch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/michelleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/michelleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*featuring Jessica Harp&lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;Made me think for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;That maybe we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Living our lives seperately&lt;br /&gt;And it's strange that things change&lt;br /&gt;But not me wanting you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh why can't I ignore it?&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving it in but I should know better&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;And it's strange that things change&lt;br /&gt;But not me wanting you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;You looked my way and said "you frustrate me"&lt;br /&gt;Like you're thinking of lines and times&lt;br /&gt;When you and I were you and me&lt;br /&gt;We took our chance out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Then I missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;And chances are it won't be coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I ignore it?&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving in, but I should know better&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;And it strange that things change&lt;br /&gt;But not me wanting you-&lt;br /&gt;So desperately&lt;br /&gt;So desperately&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving in but I should know better&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving in but I should know better&lt;br /&gt;So desperately&lt;br /&gt;I want you so desperately&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112326386352260490?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112326386352260490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112326386352260490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/1600/staind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/staind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my life&lt;br /&gt;its not what it was before&lt;br /&gt;all these feelings i've shared&lt;br /&gt;and these are my dreams&lt;br /&gt;that i'd never lived before&lt;br /&gt;somebody shake me'cause i&lt;br /&gt;i must be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;now that we're here,it's so far away&lt;br /&gt;all the struggle we thought was in vain&lt;br /&gt;all the mistakes,one life contained&lt;br /&gt;they all finally start to go away&lt;br /&gt;now that we're here its so far away&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i can face the day i can forgive&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not ashamed to be the person that i am today&lt;br /&gt;these are my words&lt;br /&gt;that i've never said before&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm doing okay&lt;br /&gt;and this is the smile that i've never shown before&lt;br /&gt;somebody shake me 'cause ii must be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;please don't shake me&lt;br /&gt;afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;please don't shake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112314273153924009?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112314273153924009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112314273153924009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112314273153924009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5860/680/320/kellyc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He drowns in his dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;An exquisite extreme I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He as dumb as he seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And more heaven than a heart could hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And if I try to save him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My whole world could cave in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It just ain't right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It just ain't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh when I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't know what he's after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But he's so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;His magical myth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As strong as with I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A tragedy with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;More damage than a soul should see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And do I try to change him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So hard not to blame him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh cuz I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't know what he's after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But he's so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Would it be beautiful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm longing for love and the logical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But he's only happy hysterical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm waiting for some kind of miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Waited so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He's soft to the touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But afraid at the end he breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He's never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And still leaves more than I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh cuz I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't know what he's after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000dc0;"&gt;And if I could hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Would it be beautiful?Or just a beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15015515-112292373993246246?l=songsinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/112292373993246246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15015515&amp;postID=112292373993246246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112292373993246246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15015515/posts/default/112292373993246246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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