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| petuniaL8: hey i have seen your work and practically watched you grow as an artist. you have what it takes, don't be scared, trust your ability trust what you have been taught, keep an open mind and don't be offended by critisism, learn from it. you are very good at what you do and now you have the opportunity to get even better. don't be scared they picked you for a reason they saw your talent, now go show them you are even better then what they thought. you are an artist trust your hand believe in your heart and let your creativity out, flow with it.
too long.
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| Alright, that's it, I've had enough, I'm on my way to you
It's nauseating and I'm sick of waiting
for all these pointless calls to go through
But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore
At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for
The moisture in the air is begging for release
and the memory of your stare is raining down on me
Hypothetically if you were point A
and theoretically if I was point B,
we would be, we would be frantically melting
into one massive point
that could overcome anything
Constantly you're working through the mileage in my head
Oh, I'm calculating, yes I'm sick of waiting
How many hours until I reach your bed?
But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore
At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for
The moisture in the air is begging for release
and the memory of your stare is raining down on me
Hypothetically if you were point A
and theoretically if I was point B,
we would be, we would be frantically melting
into one massive point
that could overcome anything
My faith in you could move these mountains I am driving through
It's times like these when I wish I could teleport to you
'cause then we wouldn't have an issue
We're cleverly, strategically
challenging our fright and insecurities,
and never seem to want to leave
Hypothetically if you were point A
and theoretically if I was point B,
we would be, we would be frantically melting
into one massive point
that could overcome anything
Yeah, we would be, we would be frantically melting
into one massive point
that could overcome anything | | |
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I got a little bit of reason
For everything I've done
I might just serenade the moonlight
And I get so lonely in this crowd
I want to scream but make no sound
And yeah I'm lost but maybe I'll be fine
Cause when I'm in over my head
I hear the words you said
That someone out there's
Listening to the same song
Feeling the same way that I do
Make me a believer pick up the receiver
And tell me you feel just like I do
I do
And I couldn't bear to see you walk out
And leave it all behind
I couldn't bear to see the sunlight
And I love the sound of rain on tin
Your screen door beckoning me in
And yeah, I'm mad but overcome with joy
Could it be so damn naive
To hope you could agree?
That someone out there's
Listening to the same song
Feeling the same way that I do
Make me a believer pick up the receiver
Tell me you feel just like I do
I do
In a world that's cellophane
You get so lost I know you do
In a world that's cellophane
Someone out there's
Listening to the same song
Feeling the same way that I do
Make me a believer pick up the receiver
Tell me you feel just like I do
I do
Someone out there's
Listening to the same song
Feeling the same way that I do
Make me a believer pick up the receiver
And tell me you feel just like I do
I do | | |
| i'm sorry.
i don't know anyone by that name.
never have.
never will. | | |
| so maybe i don't know
what i want.
or maybe i do. | | |
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