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lalaby

Contributed by monkeylove on Tuesday, 28th September 2010 @ 02:24:20 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



for i remember when i was young
staying in my room cause you were drunk
i would just neel my head and pray
hoping things would be okay
i would hug my bear so tight saying things will be alright

i remember when you would tuck me in at night
youd say everything will be alright
then youd sing that lalaby(x3)

when i couldnt sleep at night
id remember all the fights
people running out the house
you would scream and you would shout
i would close my eyes and hope life would past me by
then when the popo came
they took me and josh away
still hoping things would be okay

then growing up without a dad
it was hard and it was sad
where is dad to come on by
wipe my tears and hold me tight
tell me everything is alright

now me and my mom were still close
still talking about are folks
life was hard and know we know
how to love and how to get burned






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Re: lalaby (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 28th September 2010 @ 05:02:07 PM AEST
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O my god, I almost cried. That was beautiful & terrifyingly tragic & amazing & undescribable.


Re: lalaby (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 11th February 2011 @ 04:44:12 PM AEST
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Awesome.
huggs,
emy
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