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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy it's been all this time,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't get you off my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows it but me.&lt;br /&gt;I stare at your photograph,&lt;br /&gt;still sleep in the shirt you left,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows it but me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wipe my tears away,&lt;br /&gt;so many nights I've *prayed for you to say.&lt;blockquote&gt;I should have been chasing you,&lt;br /&gt;I should have been trying to prove,&lt;br /&gt;that you were all that mattered to me,&lt;br /&gt;I should have said all the things,&lt;br /&gt;that I kept inside of me and maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I could have made you believe,&lt;br /&gt;that what we had was all we'd ever need.&lt;/blockquote&gt;My friends think I'm moving on,&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is I'm not that strong and nobody knows it but me.&lt;br /&gt;And I've kept all the words you said,&lt;br /&gt;in a box underneath my bed,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows it but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're happy I'll get through somehow,&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is that I've been screaming out.&lt;blockquote&gt;I should have been chasing you,&lt;br /&gt;I should have been trying to prove,&lt;br /&gt;that you were all that mattered to me,&lt;br /&gt;I should have said all the things,&lt;br /&gt;that I kept inside of me and maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I could have made you believe,&lt;br /&gt;that what we had was all we'd ever need.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was all we'd ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thought it was all we'd ever need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-1487057552187636324?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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&lt;br /&gt;
I left out in a cloud of taillights and dust&lt;br /&gt;
Swore I wasn't coming back, said I'd had enough&lt;br /&gt;
Saw you in the rear view standing fading from my life&lt;br /&gt;
But I wasn't turning around, no not this time but&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Don't Think I Don't Think About It&lt;br /&gt;
Don't think I don't have regrets&lt;br /&gt;
Don't think it don't get to me&lt;br /&gt;
Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey&lt;br /&gt;
Don't think I don't wonder 'bout&lt;br /&gt;
Could've been, should'a been all worked out&lt;br /&gt;
I know what I felt and I know what i said but&lt;br /&gt;
Don't Think I Don't Think About It&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When we make choices we gotta live with them&lt;br /&gt;
Heard you found a real good man and you married him&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder if sometimes I cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;
Where would we be today if I never drove that car away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't Think I Don't Think about it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't Think I Don't&lt;br /&gt;
Don't Think I Don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-7113895997477874485?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/7113895997477874485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/7113895997477874485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-think-i-dont-think-about-it.html" title="dont think i dont think about it" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" 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/&gt;This ain't no breakin' up, then wakin' up&lt;br /&gt; and makin' up one more time&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh&lt;br /&gt;This is gone, gone, gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a freight train&lt;br /&gt;Gone like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a soldier in the Civil War:Bang Bang!&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a '59 Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;Like all the good things that ain't never comin' back&lt;br /&gt;She's gone, gone, gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;She's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no 'give it time, I'm hurtin' but maybe we can work it out'&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh&lt;br /&gt;Won't be no champagne, red rose, romance, second chance&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh&lt;br /&gt;This is gone, gone, gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a freight train&lt;br /&gt;Gone like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a soldier in the Civil War: Bang Bang!&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a '59 Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;Like all the good things, that ain't never comin' back&lt;br /&gt;She's gone, gone, gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;She's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gone, gone, gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a freight train&lt;br /&gt;Gone like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a soldier in the Civil War: Bang Bang!&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a '59 Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;Like all the good things that ain't never comin' back&lt;br /&gt;She's gone, gone, gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;She's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gone!&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a freight train&lt;br /&gt;Gone like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a soldier in the Civil War:&lt;br /&gt;Gone like a '59 Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;Like all the good things &lt;br /&gt;She's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long gone, don't be wrong, &lt;br /&gt;never comin' back, my baby's gone&lt;br /&gt;She's gone&lt;br /&gt;Lonely at home, sittin' alone, &lt;br /&gt;she packed her bags, and now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;Never comin' back, she's gone&lt;br /&gt;No, no, never&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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work&lt;br /&gt;All I know is you're sure looking&lt;br /&gt;Good in my shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon now&lt;br /&gt;Aww that's right&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's a little too early&lt;br /&gt;To know if this is gonna work&lt;br /&gt;All I know is you're sure looking&lt;br /&gt;Good in my shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's a little too early&lt;br /&gt;To know if this is gonna work&lt;br /&gt;All I know is you're sure looking&lt;br /&gt;Good in my shirt&lt;br /&gt;You look good in my shirt&lt;br /&gt;You look good in my shirt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-4525080598060073335?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4525080598060073335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7jkZUYZXRw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7jkZUYZXRw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They say up in heaven the streets are gold&lt;br /&gt;
Once you get past the pearly gates&lt;br /&gt;
And the angels are singin'&lt;br /&gt;
At the top of a dove white staircase&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I say heartache can burn you down like hell&lt;br /&gt;
Leave you beggin' "Baby, please don't go"&lt;br /&gt;
'Til you're scrapin' rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;
And cryin' in a deep, dark hole&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, and love can make you fly like a rocket&lt;br /&gt;
Put you on top of the world&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm talkin' 'bout&lt;br /&gt;
Heaven - it's where I hope I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt;
Heartache - that's where I've been&lt;br /&gt;
Heaven, heartache and the power of love&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well the preacher says when your time is up&lt;br /&gt;
You take a chariot to the lord&lt;br /&gt;
Well I'm hopin' my chariot's&lt;br /&gt;
A torch red Thunderbird Ford&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And my old flame said "I hate to break it to you darlin'"&lt;br /&gt;
"I was born the leavin' kind"&lt;br /&gt;
Left me standin' in the drive&lt;br /&gt;
Cryin' why baby, why baby, why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, but real love's got me back in the saddle&lt;br /&gt;
Shoutin' "Amen!" again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-1371862443880910539?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/1371862443880910539?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/1371862443880910539?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/08/heaven-heartache-and-power-of-love.html" title="Heaven, Heartache and The Power of Love" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYARno5fSp7ImA9WxFREU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-5905120130450591069</id><published>2008-08-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:15:47.425-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-24T08:15:47.425-07:00</app:edited><title>why can't i breathe?</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4QiSL4V0sE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4QiSL4V0sE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Get a load of me, get a load of you&lt;br /&gt;
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you&lt;br /&gt;
It's just like we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding hands with you when we're out at night&lt;br /&gt;
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right&lt;br /&gt;
And I've got someone waiting too&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What if this is just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming&lt;blockquote&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;
So tell me&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;/blockquote&gt;Isn't this the best part of breakin' up&lt;br /&gt;
Finding someone else you can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;
Someone who wants to be with you too&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch&lt;br /&gt;
But wouldn't it be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here we go, we're at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;
We haven't _spun_ yet, but my head is spinning&lt;blockquote&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;
So tell me&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'd love for you to make me wonder&lt;br /&gt;
Where it's goin'&lt;br /&gt;
I'd love for you to pull me under&lt;br /&gt;
Somethin's growin'&lt;br /&gt;
out of this that we can control&lt;br /&gt;
Baby I am dyin'&lt;blockquote&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;
So tell me&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-5905120130450591069?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/5905120130450591069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/5905120130450591069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-load-of-me-get-load-of-you-walkin.html" title="why can't i breathe?" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcASXY-eCp7ImA9WxdbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-4751089941591292636</id><published>2008-08-17T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:17:28.850-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T11:17:28.850-07:00</app:edited><title>Realize - COlibe Caillat</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQnhVgPr-NU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQnhVgPr-NU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That your worth is&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down on in.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I am on your si-i-i-de&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No, it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you&lt;blockquote&gt;If you just realize what I've just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;We missed out on each other now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your si-i-i-de&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;That this all can pass by&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain:]&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you.&lt;blockquote&gt;If you just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;And we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I've just realized&lt;br /&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;We missed out on each other but.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's not that the same&lt;br /&gt;No it's never the sa-a-ame&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;If you 'd meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the same for you.&lt;blockquote&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;And we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;We'd never have to wonder no-o-w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize, realize&lt;br /&gt;Realize, realize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-4751089941591292636?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4751089941591292636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4751089941591292636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/08/realize-colibe-caillat.html" title="Realize - COlibe Caillat" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcHSXcyfSp7ImA9WxdbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-7245835252785908777</id><published>2008-08-16T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:20:38.995-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-16T08:20:38.995-07:00</app:edited><title>Sign on the Door - Kasey Chambers</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsPsVQ-PK-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsPsVQ-PK-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a believer, i paid for my sins,&lt;br /&gt;Stand over the water, watch my ship come in,&lt;br /&gt;Well i was blind, but now i see,&lt;br /&gt;It was right there in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the reason for a perfect mess,&lt;br /&gt;I covered up my failure and called it happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I've been untrue, I've been unkind,&lt;blockquote&gt;You came in like a lightning from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;I cried "oh baby im broke and there's a price your guna pay",&lt;br /&gt;And you jumped in the fire and you saved me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up the sky, All gather round,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord and take a look at what i found,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a love thats a big as a raging storm,&lt;br /&gt;I got walls coming down that i dont need no more,&lt;br /&gt;And i got a sign on the door that says,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely dont live here anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;There was a moment i prayed for my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I crawled in and out of that deep, dark hole,&lt;br /&gt;I cried in the morning, well i cried in the night,&lt;br /&gt;I was a drifter, caught i the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to lose but i was trying to win,&lt;br /&gt;And i was breaking all the records on giving in.&lt;blockquote&gt;You came in like a lightning from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;I cried "oh baby im broke and there's a price your guna pay",&lt;br /&gt;And you jumped in the fire and you saved me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up the sky, All gather round,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord and take a look at what i found,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a love thats a big as a raging storm,&lt;br /&gt;I got walls coming down that i dont need no more,&lt;br /&gt;And i got a sign on the door that says,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely dont live here anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;You came around while i was walking on the wire,&lt;br /&gt;And you stood there underneath me and you saved me from the fire,&lt;br /&gt;And God might be the king in the land of the free, &lt;br /&gt;But your the blessid saviour, you're the one i need.&lt;blockquote&gt;Open up the sky, All gather round,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord and take a look at what i found,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a love thats a big as a raging storm,&lt;br /&gt;I got walls coming down that i dont need no more,&lt;br /&gt;And i got a sign on the door that says,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely dont live here anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Dont live here anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And gather round,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at what i found&lt;br /&gt;Look at what i found..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-7245835252785908777?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/7245835252785908777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/7245835252785908777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/08/sign-on-door-kasey-chambers.html" title="Sign on the Door - Kasey Chambers" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GRHo4eCp7ImA9WxdUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-993378857330739202</id><published>2008-06-25T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:57:05.430-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-29T16:57:05.430-07:00</app:edited><title>killing the blues</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Xx5IvDW9S0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Xx5IvDW9S0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves were falling, just like embers,&lt;br /&gt;In colors red and gold, they set us on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning just like moonbeams in our eyes.&lt;blockquote&gt;Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now I'm guilty of something...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never do&lt;br /&gt;Because there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;sadder than losing yourself in love.&lt;blockquote&gt;Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then you ask me... just to leave you&lt;br /&gt;To go out on my own&lt;br /&gt;And get what I need to.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to find what I've already had.&lt;blockquote&gt;Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-993378857330739202?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/993378857330739202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/993378857330739202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/06/killing-blues.html" title="killing the blues" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGR386eip7ImA9WxdXFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-5606152022718609926</id><published>2008-06-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:37:06.112-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-27T12:37:06.112-07:00</app:edited><title>Better as a Memory</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMMrzZOOU_A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMMrzZOOU_A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move on like a sinner's prayer&lt;br /&gt;lettin go like a levee breaks&lt;br /&gt;walk away as if i don't care&lt;br /&gt;learn to shoulder my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;i'm 'bout to fade like your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;get reckless when there's no need&lt;br /&gt;laugh as your stories ramble on&lt;br /&gt;break my heart but it won't bleed&lt;br /&gt;my only friends are pirates, it's just who i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm better as a memory than as your man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never sure when the truth won't do&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty good on a lonely night&lt;br /&gt;i move on the way a storm blows through&lt;br /&gt;i never stay, but then again, i might&lt;br /&gt;i struggle sometimes to find the words&lt;br /&gt;always sure until i doubt&lt;br /&gt;walk a line until it blurs&lt;br /&gt;build walls too high to climb out&lt;br /&gt;but i'm honest to a fault, it's just who i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm better as a memory than as your man &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I see you leanin', you're bound to fall&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be that mistake&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a dreamer, nothing more&lt;br /&gt;you should know it before it gets too late&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cause goodbyes are like a roulette wheel&lt;br /&gt;you never know where they're gonna land&lt;br /&gt;first you're spinning, then you're standing still&lt;br /&gt;left holding a losin' hand&lt;br /&gt;one day you're gonna find someone&lt;br /&gt;right away, you'll know it's true&lt;br /&gt;that all of your seeking is done&lt;br /&gt;Its just a part of the passing through&lt;br /&gt;right there in that moment&lt;br /&gt;you'll finally understand&lt;br /&gt;that i was better as a memory than as your man&lt;br /&gt;better as a memory than as your man&lt;br /&gt;better as a memory than as your man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-5606152022718609926?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/5606152022718609926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/5606152022718609926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html" title="Better as a Memory" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMRHk8fSp7ImA9WxdSGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-6376431289661835651</id><published>2008-05-28T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:39:45.775-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-28T08:39:45.775-07:00</app:edited><title>bluer than blue</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdDSJ2NddyE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdDSJ2NddyE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you go&lt;br /&gt;I can catch uo on my reading&lt;br /&gt;After you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a lot more time to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Looks like things are gonna be a lot easier&lt;br /&gt;Life will be a breeze you know&lt;br /&gt;I really should be glad&lt;blockquote&gt;But I'm bluer than blue&lt;br /&gt;Sadder than sad&lt;br /&gt;You're the only light&lt;br /&gt;This empty room has ever had&lt;br /&gt;Life without you is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Bluer than blue&lt;/blockquote&gt;After you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a lot more room in my closet&lt;br /&gt;After you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay out all night long if I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I can run through the house screaming&lt;br /&gt;And no one will ever hear me&lt;br /&gt;I really should be glad&lt;blockquote&gt;But I'm bluer than blue&lt;br /&gt;Sadder than sad&lt;br /&gt;You're the only light&lt;br /&gt;This empty room has ever had&lt;br /&gt;Life without you is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Bluer than blue&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't have to miss no TV shows&lt;br /&gt;I can start my whole life over&lt;br /&gt;Change the numbers on my telephone&lt;br /&gt;But the nights will sure be colder&lt;blockquote&gt;And I'm bluer than blue&lt;br /&gt;Sadder than sad&lt;br /&gt;You're the only light&lt;br /&gt;This empty room has ever had&lt;br /&gt;Life without you is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Bluer than blue&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bluer than blue&lt;br /&gt;Bluer than blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-6376431289661835651?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/6376431289661835651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/6376431289661835651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/05/bluer-than-blue.html" title="bluer than blue" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYBRXo6eyp7ImA9WxdTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-4226837157101249914</id><published>2008-05-07T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:55:54.413-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-07T07:55:54.413-07:00</app:edited><title>I want to love somebody like you</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8AMx9ZLoMs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8AMx9ZLoMs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new wind blowing like I've never known.&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing deeper then I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;And it sure feels good to finally feel the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm letting go of all my lonely yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgivin' myself for the mistakes I've made.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's just one thing, the only thing I wanna do. mmmmhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh! I wanna feel the sun shine, shining down on me and you.&lt;br /&gt;When you put your arms around me, you let me know there's nothing in this world I can't doooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to run in circles going nowhere fast.&lt;br /&gt;I'd take one step forward and a two steps back.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't walk a straight line, even if I wanted to. mmmmhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Woah here we go now!... WOOO! ... Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hey wanna love ya baby. uh huh... ooh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I wanna feel the sun shine, shining down on me and you. OOOh.&lt;br /&gt;When you put your arms around me, well baby there ain't nothing in this world I can't dooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its hard for me to understand, but your teaching me to be a better man.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna take this life for granted like I used to do. no no...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to love somebody, love somebody like you. mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Hey ..I wanna love ya baby! WOOO!! uh huh.. yeah.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-4226837157101249914?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4226837157101249914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4226837157101249914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-love-somebody-like-you.html" title="I want to love somebody like you" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BSX09fCp7ImA9WxZaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-4710240386467254933</id><published>2008-04-29T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:30:58.364-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T11:30:58.364-07:00</app:edited><title>(I'm not) Missing You (at all)</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqyWgGgIe8w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqyWgGgIe8w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I always catch my breath, &lt;br /&gt;and I'm still standing here and you're miles away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why you left&lt;br /&gt;And theres a storm thats raging&lt;br /&gt;Through my frozen heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;I hear your name in certain circles&lt;br /&gt;And it always makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;And its almost driving me wild&lt;blockquote&gt;And it's my heart that's breaking&lt;br /&gt;Down this long distance line tonight&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you at all since you've been gone away&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you no matter what my friends say&lt;/blockquote&gt;Theres a message in the wild&lt;br /&gt;And Im sending you this signal tonight&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how desperate Ive become&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like I'm losing this fight&lt;br /&gt;In your world I have no meaning&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm trying hard to understand&lt;blockquote&gt;And it's my heart that's breaking&lt;br /&gt;Down this long distance line tonight&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you at all since you've been gone away&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you no matter what my friends say&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And theres a message that I'm sending out, like a telegraph to your soul&lt;br /&gt;And if I cant bridge this distance -- stop this heartbreak overload&lt;blockquote&gt;I aint missing you at all since you've been gone away&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you no matter what my friends say&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;I keep lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;And theres a storm that's raging&lt;br /&gt;Through my frozen heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you at all since you've been gone away&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you no matter what my friends say&lt;br /&gt;Aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;I keep lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;Aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;Aint missing you&lt;br /&gt;Oh no No matter what my friends might say&lt;br /&gt;I aint missing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-4710240386467254933?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4710240386467254933?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4710240386467254933?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-missing-you-at-all.html" title="(I'm not) Missing You (at all)" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDQX06fSp7ImA9WxZbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-7996064201591543811</id><published>2008-04-20T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T05:56:10.315-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-20T05:56:10.315-07:00</app:edited><title>If you Didn't love me - Phil Stacey</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/osqAHCUHzxY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osqAHCUHzxY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken bat in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Takin' one too many fastballs&lt;br /&gt;Tired of swingin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin the wheels, grindin' gears&lt;br /&gt;Goin' nowhere in a downpour&lt;br /&gt;Mud just slingin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Climbin' uphill all the way&lt;br /&gt;Like life's a wild horse&lt;br /&gt;I ain't ever gonna break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I could do this&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I'd get through this&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mountain top, another shot&lt;br /&gt;I'm born again&lt;br /&gt;And put some fight back in me&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Wakin' up in your arms, girl&lt;br /&gt;Without your sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;This would be a tougher world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I could do this&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I'd get through this&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like&lt;br /&gt;I'm runnin' straight into the wind&lt;br /&gt;You whisper three words&lt;br /&gt;And it's at my back again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's at my back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I could do this&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I'd get through this&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-7996064201591543811?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/7996064201591543811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/7996064201591543811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-didnt-love-me-phil-stacey.html" title="If you Didn't love me - Phil Stacey" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQFQ3w-eyp7ImA9WxZbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-2929149421929519078</id><published>2008-04-19T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:01:52.253-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-20T09:01:52.253-07:00</app:edited><title>Another Try - Josh Turner</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P6BzCG5oAlc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P6BzCG5oAlc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-2929149421929519078?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/2929149421929519078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/2929149421929519078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-try-josh-turner.html" title="Another Try - Josh Turner" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMDQXk8fip7ImA9WxZbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-1169685333306135185</id><published>2008-04-15T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:21:10.776-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-15T14:21:10.776-07:00</app:edited><title>i can't unlove you - Kenny Rogers</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uerpt-TiF6k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uerpt-TiF6k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the absolute best heartbreak song ever written -- real, honest, not too sappy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Postcards and letters&lt;br /&gt;Pictures made to last forever&lt;br /&gt;To Be boxed up&lt;br /&gt;and tossed away&lt;br /&gt;Nick-Nacs and Souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;In an afternoon&lt;br /&gt;They're out of here&lt;br /&gt;They'll disappear without a trace&lt;br /&gt;What they mean to me can never be replaced&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't unthink about you&lt;br /&gt;I can't unfeel your touch&lt;br /&gt;I can't unhear all the words&lt;br /&gt;Unsay all the things that used to mean so much&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could unremember&lt;br /&gt;Everything my hearts been through&lt;br /&gt;Im finding out its impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its no use&lt;br /&gt;I cant unlove you&lt;/blockquote&gt;Interstates and old songs&lt;br /&gt;Like time they go on and on&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could learn to do the same&lt;br /&gt;I could wake up without you&lt;br /&gt;These two arms not around you&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself it's meant to be this way&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try&lt;br /&gt;Some things I can't change.&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't unthink about you&lt;br /&gt;I can't unfeel your touch&lt;br /&gt;I can't unhear all the words&lt;br /&gt;Unsay all the things that used to mean so much&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could unremember&lt;br /&gt;Everything my hearts been through&lt;br /&gt;Im finding out its impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its no use&lt;br /&gt;I cant unlove you&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wish I could unremember&lt;br /&gt;Everything my hearts been through&lt;br /&gt;Im finding out its impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;Its no use&lt;br /&gt;I cant unlove you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-1169685333306135185?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/1169685333306135185?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/1169685333306135185?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-unlove-you.html" title="i can't unlove you - Kenny Rogers" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MDSHw5eip7ImA9WxZbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-8496637319260466139</id><published>2008-04-15T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:57:59.222-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-15T07:57:59.222-07:00</app:edited><title>making memories of us</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1y1oW_CBoAE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFQH0zeCp7ImA9WxZUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-4610180281965584256</id><published>2008-04-10T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:43:31.380-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-10T23:43:31.380-07:00</app:edited><title>bright smile - Josh Ritter</title><content type="html">&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/swtq5eig8oY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/swtq5eig8oY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my work is done&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm owed some joy&lt;br /&gt;Oh Imogene and Abelard&lt;br /&gt;I'm your homeward boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's another one&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to your door&lt;br /&gt;And the boat you weaved from the tidal reeds&lt;br /&gt;Was always tied to shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With bright smiles and dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bright smile dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went oh&lt;br /&gt;I was always searching for your&lt;br /&gt;Bright smile dark eyes&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm looking for some peace&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;With Calamity Janes and the Steamboat Casanovas&lt;br /&gt;And Darling Clementines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's your only one&lt;br /&gt;Then she is also mine&lt;br /&gt;Just pin your heartbeat up against my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see how well we rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With bright smiles and dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bright smile dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went oh&lt;br /&gt;I was always looking for your&lt;br /&gt;Bright smile dark eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Man is only half himself&lt;br /&gt;The other half is a bright thing&lt;br /&gt;He tumbles on by luck or grace&lt;br /&gt;For man is ever a blind thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bright smiles and dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bright smile dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went oh&lt;br /&gt;I was always looking for your&lt;br /&gt;Bright smile dark eyes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-4610180281965584256?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4610180281965584256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/4610180281965584256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/04/bright-smile-josh-ritter.html" title="bright smile - Josh Ritter" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQH09eyp7ImA9WxZUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-3151970984527767071</id><published>2008-04-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:05:41.363-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-07T16:05:41.363-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics" /><title>I would have loved you anyway</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UetEQ6_O8N8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UetEQ6_O8N8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'd've known the way that this would end&lt;br /&gt;If I'd've read the last page first&lt;br /&gt;If I'd've had the strength to walk away&lt;br /&gt;If I'd've known how this would hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 1:]&lt;br /&gt;I would've loved you anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all the same&lt;br /&gt;Not a second I would change&lt;br /&gt;Not a touch that I would trade&lt;br /&gt;Had I known my heart would break&lt;br /&gt;I'd've loved you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bittersweet to look back now&lt;br /&gt;At mem'ries withered on the vine&lt;br /&gt;But just to hold you close to me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;And even if I'd seen it coming&lt;br /&gt;You'd still've seen me running&lt;br /&gt;Straight into your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2:]&lt;br /&gt;I would've loved you anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all the same&lt;br /&gt;Not a second I would change&lt;br /&gt;Not a touch that I would trade&lt;br /&gt;Had I known my heart would break&lt;br /&gt;I would've loved you anyway&lt;br /&gt;I would've loved you anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-3151970984527767071?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/3151970984527767071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/3151970984527767071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-would-have-loved-you-anyway.html" title="I would have loved you anyway" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHSXo5fCp7ImA9WxZUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-6014416615991974542</id><published>2008-04-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:55:38.424-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-04T05:55:38.424-07:00</app:edited><title>breaking up is hard to do (the happiest sad song ever)</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1aFymSogiUY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1aFymSogiUY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no lyrics needed here ---  :)  Why does everyone smile when singing this song?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-6014416615991974542?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/6014416615991974542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/6014416615991974542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/04/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do-happiest-sad.html" title="breaking up is hard to do (the happiest sad song ever)" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NR38_cSp7ImA9WxZUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-8333339486944242392</id><published>2008-04-03T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:43:16.149-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-04T05:43:16.149-07:00</app:edited><title>somwewhere in the world</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7Y8Sf9nkFw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7Y8Sf9nkFw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a stranger's smile&lt;br /&gt;that lasts for a while&lt;br /&gt;For a moment you feel happy inside&lt;br /&gt;In a world that keeps on changing too fast&lt;br /&gt;When the future always has the last laugh&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe we've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not the only ones&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;To start over&lt;br /&gt;All the shapes and patterns&lt;br /&gt;you'll see in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;(Someone's thinking of you)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;(Someone's thinking of you)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Like a rainbow bursting out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and see your&lt;br /&gt;dreams running wild&lt;br /&gt;Colors brighter than the sun all around&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting as this new joy you've found&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe we've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not the only ones&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;To start over&lt;br /&gt;All the shapes and patterns&lt;br /&gt;you'll see in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;(Someone's thinking of you)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Starting all over again&lt;br /&gt;In a world that keeps on&lt;br /&gt;changing much too fast&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not the only ones&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;To start over&lt;br /&gt;All the shapes and patterns&lt;br /&gt;you'll see in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;(Someone's thinking of you)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;(Someone's thinking of you)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;(Someone's thinking of you)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;(Someone's thinking of you)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Swing Out Sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-8333339486944242392?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/8333339486944242392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/8333339486944242392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/04/somwewhere-in-world.html" title="somwewhere in the world" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMRH07fip7ImA9WxZUEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-1093434489043653516</id><published>2008-04-02T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:46:25.306-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-02T18:46:25.306-07:00</app:edited><title>I will always love you</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XafBLDVtF7Y&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XafBLDVtF7Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should stay&lt;br /&gt;Well I would only be in your way&lt;br /&gt;And so I'll go, and yet I know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll think of you each step of my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet memories&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have and all I'm taking with me&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye, oh please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both know that I'm not what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope life will treat you kind&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you have all&lt;br /&gt;That you ever dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Oh I do wish you joy and I wish you happiness&lt;br /&gt;But above all of this, I wish you love&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I will always, always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-1093434489043653516?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/1093434489043653516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/1093434489043653516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moodmuzik.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-will-always-love-you.html" title="I will always love you" /><author><name>the author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807581668524323036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9NZHkZMBvw/TJ_P5eIE5qI/AAAAAAAAPq4/vstI9758OWs/s1600-R/41425_102500482_8984_n.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MSHYycSp7ImA9WxZVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7829991453264993059.post-5967197679936008002</id><published>2008-03-28T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:39:49.899-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-28T15:39:49.899-07:00</app:edited><title>What do I do With My Heart</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aziddH-tY34&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say a word&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hold back my tears&lt;br /&gt;And try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;While our love is fallin' apart&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'll say&lt;br /&gt;If you walk away&lt;br /&gt;But what do I do&lt;br /&gt;What do I do with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say a word&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't change your mind&lt;br /&gt;You know where you need to go&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hold you back&lt;br /&gt;I won't stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;If you need to make a new start&lt;br /&gt;But I still wanna know&lt;br /&gt;When my arms let you go&lt;br /&gt;What do I do&lt;br /&gt;What do I do with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, girl, don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;It was not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;We were makin' plans for two&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me that you've found somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves you better&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever love you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're not leavin' now&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're not leavin'&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you're gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Please say you'll stay with me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me still&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me still&lt;br /&gt;For this and this alone I pray&lt;br /&gt;Fall down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would&lt;br /&gt;To save what we have&lt;br /&gt;To keep you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you 'til death do us part&lt;br /&gt;But what do I do&lt;br /&gt;What do I do&lt;br /&gt;When I'm still missing you?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do&lt;br /&gt;What do I do with my heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7829991453264993059-5967197679936008002?l=moodmuzik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7829991453264993059/posts/default/5967197679936008002?v=2" 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