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    November 05

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    THE FRESHMAN
    By: Verve Pipe
    When I was young I knew everything
    She a punk who rarely ever took advice
    Now I'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
    Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice

    I can't be held responsible
    'Cause she was touching her face
    I won't be held responsible
    She fell in love in the first place

    For the life of me I cannot remember
    What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
    For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
    We were merely freshmen

    My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her
    His girl took a week's worth of valium and slept
    Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor
    Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says

    I can't be held responsible
    'Cause she was touching her face
    I won't be held responsible
    She fell in love in the first place

    For the life of me I cannot remember
    What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
    For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
    We were merely freshmen

    We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
    We never talk of our lacking relationships
    And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor
    We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say

    I can't be held responsible
    'Cause she was touching her face
    I won't be held responsible
    She fell in love in the first place

    For the life of me I cannot remember
    What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
    For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
    We were merely freshmen

    For the life of me I cannot remember
    What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
    For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
    We were merely freshmen
    We were merely freshmen
    We were only freshmen

     

     

    Today is gonna be the day
    That they're gonna throw it back to you
    By now you should've somehow
    Realized what you gotta do
    I don't believe that anybody
    Feels the way I do about you now

    Backbeat, the word is on the street
    That the fire in your heart is out
    I'm sure you've heard it all before
    But you never really had a doubt
    I don't believe that anybody
    Feels the way I do about you now

    And all the roads we have to walk are winding
    And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
    There are many things that I would
    Like to say to you
    But I don't know how

    Because maybe
    You're gonna be the one that saves me
    And after all
    You're my wonderwall

    Today was gonna be the day
    But they'll never throw it back to you
    By now you should've somehow
    Realized what you're not to do
    I don't believe that anybody
    Feels the way I do about you now

    And all the roads that lead you there were winding
    And all the lights that light the way are blinding
    There are many things that I would like to say to you
    But I don't know how

    I said maybe
    You're gonna be the one that saves me
    And after all
    You're my wonderwall

    I said maybe
    You're gonna be the one that saves me
    And after all
    You're my wonderwall

    I said maybe
    You're gonna be the one that saves me
    You're gonna be the one that saves me
    You're gonna be the one that saves me

     



    Here's another sunday morning call
    Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
    Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
    Into a day that couldn't give you more
    But what for?

    And in your head do you feel
    What you're not supposed to feel
    You take what you want
    But you won't get it for free
    You need more time
    Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
    But i'm not sure if it ever works out right
    But it's ok. It's alright

    When yer lonely and you want to hear
    The little voices in your head at night
    You will only sniff away the tears
    So you can dance until the morning light
    At what price

    And in your head do you feel
    What you're not supposed to feel
    You take what you want
    But you won't get it for free
    You need more time
    Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
    But i'm not sure if it ever works out right
    But it's ok. It's alright

    And in your head do you feel
    What you're not supposed to feel
    You take what you want
    But you won't get it for free
    You need more time
    Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
    And i'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right
    Will it ever, ever, ever work out right?
    Cos it never, never, never works out right


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