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  <title>I never really try to be positive</title>
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  <title>Excuse Me</title>
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  <description>you know. . .this is exactly what you want. . .you wanna make me feel bad + feel down. . .i know you wanna see me come in here + write about me being down or sad. . .well it&apos;s not gonna happen. . i am smarter + better than that. . and than you, might i add . . so you can fuck off. . i hate you too, but i&apos;m sorry to say, i&apos;m not jealous of you. . .so don&apos;t think i am. .There is absolutley nothing about you to be jealous of. . i&apos;m the better one in this. . .and yes, this is about you. . so dont comment in this asking if it&apos;s about you. . .because it is.</description>
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  <description>i need friends, and then i want to make this friends only. add me lovers.</description>
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  <description>On thursday i&apos;m taking my lil brother to dinner and a movie. I never see him.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 04:22:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Summertime, summertime brought me back to thinking you were mine all those times. &lt;br /&gt;We laid it down and left it all behind, we were blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the summertime. &lt;br /&gt;We could ride, we could ride. &lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and watch the world go by. &lt;br /&gt;Laugh or cry, well we need to try, get off the line, time to fly. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the summertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on ahead and let it fade away. &lt;br /&gt;No looking back you know the past will stay. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s you and me, we could get out of here. &lt;br /&gt;Jump in and go and we could drive for years. &lt;br /&gt;We could feel alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, here we are, &lt;br /&gt;windows down we see a falling star. &lt;br /&gt;Stop the car. &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for nothing but our beating hearts, going far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the summertime. &lt;br /&gt;So feel the air, feel the air, &lt;br /&gt;take the map and point to anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t care. Fingers through your hair, &lt;br /&gt;the sky I&apos;ve seen is blue and green. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the summertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving away, leaving it all behind. &lt;br /&gt;Driving away, just driving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as quick as it came, summer is over basically over. where have my best years been disappearing too?</description>
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