<?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-1014324385982676324</id><updated>2011-10-01T04:06:57.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesta Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joshua Bakaitus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328177192759020704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-3914017691606036371</id><published>2011-01-03T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:09:07.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;American girl, it was never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was throwing signs in your direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though you know it wasn't my intention to take you home tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we've been there before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you say i'm going off the reservation, was I ever on the reservation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;knew it all along but i threw it away, lights on our faces turns pale and grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always knew I would do it that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you said you would always be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hide it in a corner and throw it away, lock it in a box and forget my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the selfish one that's cold and vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;American girl, I don't know what they want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;always fire shots in my direction, looking for another one's affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what keeps us up at night: it's bridges apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the train has gone and crashed into the station &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though you know it wasn't my intention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;knew it all along but I threw it away, lights on our faces turns pale and grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always knew I would do it that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you said you would always be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hide it in a corner and throw it away, lock it in a box and forget my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The selfish one that's cold and vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The lights go out it's such a pity, buildings yawn in a quiet city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So please take me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chariots in the sky are falling, swinging low come be my constant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please carry me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-3914017691606036371?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3914017691606036371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-said-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/3914017691606036371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/3914017691606036371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-said-fine.html' title='She Said Fine'/><author><name>Vesta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542393920030246669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-4250856489722796086</id><published>2011-01-03T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:05:09.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk On By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; know a girl who lives in a place, with all the things that used to be ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she's got the time, she's got the face, she's got the money to get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll give you everything i don't have to be near you darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got a tale of cities too, to share with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know a boy lives in a dream, with all the things that used to be ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he's got no time, he's got no faith, he's got no money to get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll give you everything I don't have to be near you darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got a tale of cities too to share with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you know i walk on by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was it real or did i only make it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-4250856489722796086?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4250856489722796086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-on-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/4250856489722796086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/4250856489722796086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-on-by.html' title='Walk On By'/><author><name>Vesta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542393920030246669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-7035798533498468637</id><published>2009-09-19T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:48:29.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Around</title><content type='html'>I am lost but, I ain’t all that bad, the real estates in check&lt;br /&gt;The roofs above my head&lt;br /&gt;I am truth but the truth is sometimes bad&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather play pretend now, a place to hang my head&lt;br /&gt;So I hang around for you, and you hang around for me&lt;br /&gt;And lately we’re both going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you want me, I know you need me, I’m here on my own&lt;br /&gt;They’re coming to get me, I know I wake up tomorrow alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve wasted time that, I can not get back&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gambled second chances. on lunatics with answers&lt;br /&gt;And I have gone so far I’m coming back&lt;br /&gt;Your pictures in my head now, I was wrapped around your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hang around for you, and you hang around for me&lt;br /&gt;And lady we’re both going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you want me I know you need me I’m here on my own&lt;br /&gt;They’re coming to get me, I know I wake up tomorrow alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-7035798533498468637?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7035798533498468637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/hang-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/7035798533498468637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/7035798533498468637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/hang-around.html' title='Hang Around'/><author><name>Joshua Bakaitus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328177192759020704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-2379906770095915193</id><published>2009-09-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:07:09.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake, Shake</title><content type='html'>I’ve got a point of view for you, you lead me in and out all over didn’t you&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, Shake it, everybody gets some everybody gets some&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, take it everybody gets some everybody gets some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Quick turn the corner wait a minute slow down&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down, slow down and I’m waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Quick Quick turn the corner wait a minute slow down&lt;br /&gt;Shake it shake it everybody gets some everybody gets some&lt;br /&gt;And I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give it and take it, Give it and take it&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be all right tonight, you’ll be all right tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a point of view for you, they stole your soul and then they sold it back to you…&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, shake it everybody gets some, everybody gets some,&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, take it everybody gets some everybody gets some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are you? Common sense says now I’m over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby blue…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-2379906770095915193?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2379906770095915193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/shake-shake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/2379906770095915193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/2379906770095915193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/shake-shake.html' title='Shake, Shake'/><author><name>Joshua Bakaitus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328177192759020704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-338056850951610783</id><published>2009-09-19T10:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:09:40.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Girls In Magazines</title><content type='html'>She said she’s moving to the downtown, leaving on a downtown train&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel the same at no I don’t feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;She said she’s moving to the downtown, leaving on a downtown train&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel a thing at all no I don’t feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got a funny crazy feeling I might never see her again&lt;br /&gt;These times are strange and I thought I’d never be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girls are more than useless and I don’t need no on to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty things don’t last forever, baby it was us&lt;br /&gt;So say, say, say it like you mean it and I don’t need no one to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty things don’t last forever baby it was us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m drinking in the downtown, with the girl from the downtown train&lt;br /&gt;And she looks good enough for now, I think I’ll follow her back home&lt;br /&gt;And I’m falling asleep from staying awake where’d you go now where’d you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, pretty, pretty things from magazines dance in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I’ll close my eyes take off her dress and I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girls are more than useless and I don’t need no on to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty things don’t last forever, baby it was us&lt;br /&gt;So say, say, say it like you mean it and I don’t need no one to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty things don’t last forever baby it was us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s allright….&lt;br /&gt;Pretty things in magazines, playing in this company&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see in them just what I see in you&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girls in magazines, playing in this company&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see in them just what I see in you&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re really thinking, tell me something more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girls are more than useless, pretty girls are more than useless, ,more than useless more than useless… it’s all right…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-338056850951610783?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/338056850951610783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-girls-in-magazines_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/338056850951610783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/338056850951610783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-girls-in-magazines_19.html' title='Pretty Girls In Magazines'/><author><name>Joshua Bakaitus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328177192759020704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-7251304268308934343</id><published>2009-09-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:11:39.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>Daylights coming it gonna be something,&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s wrong but it’s better than nothing, oh, I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Better take cover cause the wolf is coming&lt;br /&gt;He’s got your name and he knows your number, oh, at least he knows&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit alone and wait and there’s no tears I’ve forgotten how to pray&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll fall asleep like I always do, say I tried and always knew&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes would be the end of you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the devil on a red eye plane, I bought him a drink and he dropped your name…&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s coming down fast like the Holy Ghost when I’m burning all the letters that you once wrote&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it’s coming down, it’s coming down so…&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling all your friends, you’ve got it out for me&lt;br /&gt;Bullet kisses through window, it’s good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself I ask myself, time and time again, I brought a gun to your knife fight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight’s coming it’s gonna be something&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s wrong but it’s better than nothing, oh, I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Better take cover cause the wolf is coming&lt;br /&gt;He’s got your name and he knows your number, oh, at least he knows&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit alone and wait and there’s no tears I’ve forgotten how to pray&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll fall asleep like I always do, say I tried and always knew&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes that once captured me would be the end of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Show me your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-7251304268308934343?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7251304268308934343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/show-me-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/7251304268308934343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/7251304268308934343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/show-me-your-eyes.html' title='Show Me Your Eyes'/><author><name>Joshua Bakaitus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328177192759020704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-2829446901081767949</id><published>2009-09-19T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:14:09.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silhouette Girl</title><content type='html'>I’ve got her back in my arms again cause I know I can make her happy&lt;br /&gt;I sweep her under the floor again, cause I know I can’t make her happy&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about tomorrow, but tomorrow ain’t been thinking about me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling I’ve been fooling around&lt;br /&gt;when what goes up never comes back down&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling we’ve been messing around&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me something useful maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know where we’re going,now I can’t feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a Silhouette Girl and I should know, how to make her happy&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a Silhouette Girl and I should know how to make her happy&lt;br /&gt;You know you’ve gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sweet November darling, the leaves have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;And I know what’s falling from your mind&lt;br /&gt;Take a long lost ticket to the other side blame it on a room in a paradise&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on turn me off, what’s on your mind? On your mind…&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got a dirty secret, wrapped up into pretty pieces&lt;br /&gt;Give me a smile like you used to darling, I know where we’re going&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a back seat driver all washed up, clean and sober polished up&lt;br /&gt;Glass of wine on a wedding day, I did it honey and I’d do it again&lt;br /&gt;Got knocked down once before, get back up what’s fifteen more&lt;br /&gt;To a man with a heart that has no soul? I know where we’re going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t feel a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-2829446901081767949?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2829446901081767949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/silhouette-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/2829446901081767949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/2829446901081767949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/silhouette-girl.html' title='Silhouette Girl'/><author><name>Joshua Bakaitus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328177192759020704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-7878372493259741468</id><published>2009-09-19T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:17:29.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let’s Dance Alone</title><content type='html'>Let’s run away and take some time, we’ll come to someone’s senses&lt;br /&gt;Cause my excuse is an alibi, with reasons wrapped in questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a little time to get it right, to wrap my head around my mind, so come on&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah so come on… Need a little time to get it right, wrap my head around my mind so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance, Dance all alone now, bang our heads on the floor now&lt;br /&gt;Run away and take sometime, We’ll come to someone’s senses&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance, Dance all alone now, bang our heads on the floor now&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness is killing me, so come on, so come on, come on let’s dance alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to dance to the music but I hear no music, ain’t no rhythm now more&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know it will be all right or where you’re going out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m a believer but I can’t believe that we’re better of being alone&lt;br /&gt;My gypsy smile and your angel eyes say hello just to say goodbye now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance, Dance all alone now, bang our heads on the floor now&lt;br /&gt;Run away and take sometime, We’ll come to someone’s senses&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance, Dance all alone now, bang our heads on the floor now&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness is killing me, so come on, so come on, come on let’s dance alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going out tonight, I’ve got nothing to do but time&lt;br /&gt;Say hello just to say goodbye, so come on, so come on, so com on, so come on and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance, Dance all alone now, bang our heads on the floor now&lt;br /&gt;Run away and take sometime, We’ll come to someone’s senses&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance, Dance all alone now, bang our heads on the floor now&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness is killing me, so come on, so come on, come on let’s dance alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-7878372493259741468?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7878372493259741468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-dance-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/7878372493259741468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/7878372493259741468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-dance-alone.html' title='Let’s Dance Alone'/><author><name>Joshua Bakaitus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328177192759020704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014324385982676324.post-3761149470063310685</id><published>2009-09-19T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:21:01.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet On A Thread</title><content type='html'>I don’t care what happens to me, you don't care, what happened to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the shadows of a worthless town, In the shadows where I’m breaking down, The day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it’s late, and there’s nothing left to do…&lt;br /&gt;And I know it’s strange, at this table built for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the shadows of a worthless town, In the shadows where I’m breaking down, The day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my best around you know I really wish you well&lt;br /&gt;It’s got me hanging around, I’m a bullet on a thread, and I said…&lt;br /&gt;All my best around you know I really wish you well&lt;br /&gt;It’s got me hanging around, I’m hanging around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the shadows of a worthless town today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance to make it right, I’m a drifter killing time&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the walls I’m floating through&lt;br /&gt;It’s a mess a screwed up place in time, it’s a fucked up vision of reason &amp;amp; rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know just where I’m going to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m In the shadows of a worthless town, Breaking down the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my best around you know I really wish you well&lt;br /&gt;It’s got me hanging around, I’m a bullet on a thread&lt;br /&gt;All my best around you know, I really wish you well&lt;br /&gt;It’s got me hanging around, I’m hanging around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014324385982676324-3761149470063310685?l=vestalyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3761149470063310685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/bullet-on-thread_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/3761149470063310685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014324385982676324/posts/default/3761149470063310685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestalyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/bullet-on-thread_19.html' title='Bullet On A Thread'/><author><name>Joshua Bakaitus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328177192759020704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
